"If there's nothing else, I'll leave now!" Mo Ang said.
Wen Rufeng clenched his fists tightly. "What if we make a deal then?"
"A deal?" Mo Ang questioned.
Wen Rufeng didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "If you can get Fangda involved, then I'll agree to you dating An Ning, and I'm even willing for you two to get married!"
Mo Ang blinked, looking at his mother incredulously. "You mean, sell An Ning?"
The word 'sell' was indeed harsh.
Wen Rufeng became flustered and angry again. "Don't you like her? Doesn't she like you? Aren't you two going to be together? Just consider it as mending my wounded heart, and give me a share of this business, is that not okay?"
"There are many ways to compensate you, why insist on a deal?" Mo Ang asked.
Wen Rufeng clenched her fists again and said, "Because this is what I need most right now, understand?"
"I can offer you other collaborations as compensation, how about it?" Mo Ang asked.
"What kind of business?"
