An Ning's expression turned cold. She slowly freed herself from Xiao Zimo's embrace, wrapped in the sheet. She didn't want to disturb him, but she found his eyes staring at her like a wolf.
She gave up the idea of going to the bathroom to make the call.
She sat up straight.
"Would you threaten Shang Wenshu like this?"
Shang Shu on the other end seemed taken aback.
Then his tone softened unconsciously, "Xiaoning, this time you went too far. Otherwise, why would Dad threaten you? You're Dad's only daughter, he can't even spoil you enough!"
"No." An Ning sneered, "In your heart, only Shang Wenshu is your daughter. It has nothing to do with me. If it wasn't for me taking all the company's money, Dad, I don't think you would ever bother to call me, right?"
"No... Dad was too busy before."
