After reading the letter, Uncle Bai set it down with a furrowed brow and said, "Miss, your father lived in this house for most of his life, and now that he's gone, must you lose the house too?"
Standing by the window, Song Yan gazed into the distance, feeling a chill despite the fact that summer had already begun.
It was spreading from the bottom of her heart.
These people were determined to drive her into a corner.
Jiang Jingnan had called her, and after a bout of small talk over the phone, she got to the point, "Yanyan, how's your family company doing recently? I don't understand those reports, to be honest. I know business is never straightforward, but with the way things are right now, I'm really getting anxious. After all, I've put all my savings into your company's stocks over the years. You need to give me some clear answers so I can have an idea of what to expect."
