"Wait, I think you misunderstood." Ouyang Yan leaned forward slightly, "I'm not selling this land, I want this land. Haven't you figured out the current situation? Please, you got involved with my fiancé, made me a laughingstock, isn't it reasonable to give me some compensation?"
She shrugged her shoulders, with her almond eyes showing no trace of sadness, only filled with sharpness.
An Lan understood now.
Ouyang Yan intended to use this matter to get the land for free.
She wasn't planning to spend a single penny.
An Lan let out a cold laugh, "Miss Ouyang, I'm not a philanthropist. Do you know how much we offered your father and brother for this land? Six hundred million, do you think Xiao Yihe is worth six hundred million?"
The undisguised sarcasm on her face pricked at Ouyang Yan's heart.
Ouyang Yan gritted her teeth and spoke.
