Xiang Yiran's complexion was deathly pale, her voice trembling as she clenched her teeth tightly.
"Bao Yanzhen, you've lost your mind! I'm the adopted daughter of Bao Yuan, no matter how inhuman you are, you shouldn't be targeting me!"
Bao Yanzhen sneered with contempt: "Shouldn't I? I do as I please, based on my mood."
"And," Xiang Yiran's expression was somewhat frenzied, "who said we would definitely lose the lawsuit? As far as I know, Bao Yancheng is already preparing to withdraw from Bao Group."
Bao Yanzhen seemed to have lost his patience for explaining and just shrugged helplessly: "But no one said you would be spared from a total downfall."
Xiang Yiran, this woman, had a brain as dull as a brick, yet her actions were as crazy as his.
Utilized properly, she could also be a fine blade.
However, to control such a person, one must grasp her most vital lifeline.
Bao Yanzhen looked down at his phone, speaking casually.