Shen Ming was upset and wanted to find a different place, but An'an remained wooden, completely indifferent.
"Bao'er, hand over what you have! That's the Shen Family's stuff, not yours to possess."
An'an sneered, looking at Shen Ming as if he were a dead man.
"Grandfather gave this to me, why should I give it to you?"
"The old man was confused before he died, can you really take that seriously? Besides, given the Shen Family's current situation, is putting the last bit of resources with your Hai Family really a good thing?" Shen Ming suddenly stood up, glaring at her with a fierce look, no longer bothering to act like a good cousin.
"Don't forget your surname is Hai, and what you have is originally mine, it's mine." He spoke with bloodshot eyes, wanting to shout but had to lower his voice due to the occasion.
