"You want my shares, don't you? Kneel down and beg me, and I might consider it."
Xu Jiuru was stunned.
"Not kneeling?" Jiang Fuxi took out her mobile phone unhurriedly and dialed a number, "Brother Zhi—"
"Wait!"
Xu Jiuru struggled for a long time before kneeling down with the support of a chair, her fists clenched at her sides. Biting her teeth, she took a deep breath, "Fuxi, for the sake of raising you, help the Jiang Family this one time."
Jiang Fuxi filled her cup to the brim with tea and let Xu Jiuru kneel as she slowly savored her drink. "The Jiang Family has reached this point today thanks to half of my efforts. I've taken so much pain to cripple your hands and feet; do you think I'll give up halfway?" She chuckled lightly, "Grandma, how can you be so fanciful?"
"You, you—"
