Chapter 39: Just a Mere Three Hundred Million

Anning Fang reluctantly followed Liao Hanfeng back.

Actually, she couldn't care less whether He Tingchen would get angry or not.

Wasn't she still angry?

After great difficulty and scheming, she had wrestled the inheritance rights from Zhou Zhaoguo's hands, but before she could even take a good look at it, He Tingchen had snatched it away.

No wonder the He family had become the wealthiest in Yun City; their wealth must have been accumulated through trickery and deceit.

"Sad?"

When Anning Fang and the others returned, sure enough, He Tingchen had already come back.

Seeing her sulking and unhappy face, he reached out to pinch her cheek and asked.

Anning Fang quickly dodged and glared at him resentfully, but she didn't dare to voice those words after all.

This was in the United States, where she was a stranger in a strange land. If he killed her here, she would truly die in a foreign country.

"Angry," the man quickly understood the reason for her sulking.