Shen Fanyun sat backward in his chair, his arms resting on the backrest. A mirthless smile played on his lips as he stared at Chen Su, who was twisting in indecision, struggling to make up her mind.
This woman was certainly interesting. Her life was on the line, yet she was still so concerned about her assets? Besides, this was all ill-gotten wealth, earned through scams and deceit.
"I… I'll return five million at most," Chen Su said seriously, gritting her teeth.
She was genuinely trying to negotiate, acting as if she were being incredibly righteous and magnanimous?!
"Heh, you won't be taking a single cent of my family's property," Zhao Jian scoffed.
Shen Fanyun paced over to Chen Su and lifted her chin, examining her closely. "Return how much?"
"Five… five million."
SLAP!
Shen Fanyun struck her hard across the face. "How much will you return?" he asked again, his tone devoid of any emotion.
