Prodigal Sons? Huo Zhanting slightly raised his eyebrows, the nickname was indeed very fitting. He reached out, lightly twirling An Lan's black hair that fell on her chest, his voice sexy and magnetic, tinged with laughter.
"The remaining ten shareholders have always been watching. After you return from the police station this time, these ten shareholders might sense something is wrong, probably no one would play the Prodigal Sons anymore."
After hearing this, An Lan showed disappointment, she sighed lightly, "That's true, it's also impossible for all thirty-five shareholders to be foolish."
"In fact, the price could still be pressed down further, if you hadn't come back," Huo Zhanting coughed lightly, whispering.
"I know you want to bargain with them, but it's not a short-term matter. If any of those twenty-five gets a bright idea and realizes something's amiss, then all efforts would have been wasted. To avoid protracted problems, it's best to just sign the deal happily.
