At this moment in the office, Murong Yan was propping her forehead with one hand, fatigue written all over her face. She hadn't slept all night, had tried countless measures, yet nothing had helped.
What was she to do?
She had thought of every possible solution.
Had it really come to the point of being utterly destitute and out of options, with no way out?
Was she truly going to have to kneel in front of that scum Ye Rongheng and beg him?
All the questions had no answers.
She had also thought of Yang Fan, who might have brought her a surprise, but this time, she knew there would be no surprises. Even if Yang Fan had the ability to move heaven and earth, he couldn't resolve the current deadlock.
This was both a marketplace and a battlefield, too distant for Yang Fan. Plainly speaking, it needed money, a great deal of money, not merely a few billion but hundreds of billions.