Xu Huwen was also constantly cursing at home, calling An Ruo a white-eyed wolf, a vixen, and even cursing her to be immediately hit by a car once she stepped outside.
An Xin, however, was very silent. She had long anticipated today's outcome, and had thought of ways to cope with it.
Once An Ruo learned about Tang Yuchen sending a lawyer's letter to An Mingqi, she speculated that her uncle would soon come knocking.
"Didn't I say I just wanted fifty percent? Why did you go for seventy percent?" An Ruo asked Tang Yuchen, puzzled.
The man laughed, "You can stick with fifty percent, the remaining twenty percent can be my fee."
"…I can give you twenty percent from the fifty," Having thirty percent would be enough; this price was way beyond what it was eleven years ago.
Tang Yuchen sneered coldly, "An Ruo, isn't your heart too soft? The wife of Tang Yuchen shouldn't be a timid and weak woman."
