Do You Have the Capital?

Even if it was over a tiny matter, it could still cause her immense grief and pain.

That was why Lin Nuan had guarded herself so tightly all those years, refusing to let anyone get close.

"Is there a difference?" Lu Jinnan asked indifferently. Rainwater had collected underneath his leather shoes, and the cigarette ashes had turned into a muddy mess.

"If this is Fu Huai'an's idea, get him to speak to me personally!" Lin Nuan thrust the file into Lu Jinnan's arms.

Lu Jinnan narrowed his eyes, clutching the file that Lin Nuan had just shoved to him.

"If this is what he meant, then I don't want the information! I had no intention to sell myself out to Wang Quan… Likewise for Fu Huai'an."

"Is your pretentiousness worth more than your father's life?" Lu Jinnan tucked the file under his arm and sneered.

Lin Nuan's face was ghastly pale even under the warm light.