That night, Li An'an received a call that surprised her. It was from Li Chong, her foster father. He was a cunning and greedy man.
It had been five years since Li An'an saw him, but even now, she felt nauseous at the thought of his hypocritical behavior. She glanced at Chu Yichen who was accompanying the children in the living room and made her way to the balcony.
"An'an, I heard that you're back. Why didn't you come home?" Li Chong demanded.
"That's not my home!"
"That's easy for you to say. What about the money I spent raising you for so many years?"
Li An'an lowered her eyes, her fingers gripping the railing tightly. "Haven't you already earned that money back from that Cao guy?"
"It's not much at all. At the time, the deal was to have you accompany him for a month, but CEO Cao died the next day. We didn't get the working capital either. No matter what, the Li family was at a disadvantage!"