Li Yanze's eyes suddenly turned icy cold, and his pale, blood-deprived fingertips gently tapped on the desktop, his eyes full of the confrontational tension of an impending storm.
For a long while, he couldn't fathom whether Li Yuntang's words were true or false, so he had to turn his gaze towards the stunned Yan Xiaye and ask, "Xiaye, is what Yuntang said true?"
"...Yes," Yan Xiaye replied with a faint smile on her delicate, beautiful face. The calm and composed look in Li Yuntang's eyes somehow soothed her anger, sadness, and restlessness.
She took a deep breath, quickly regained her composure, and said in an even tone, "What Younger Uncle said is true; the shares were a gift from Grandpa Li to me. How I decide to handle them is my own business, and it has nothing to do with anyone else."
Even if the events of today had not occurred, she had long thought about transferring the shares to her Younger Uncle, but she had been unable to do so because of the Old Madam's pleas.