Thinking of this, Zhou Shiran cried again, pleading through her tears and snot. "An Ning, please, save Xueqi, I admit my wrongdoing."
An Ning had originally wanted to firmly refuse.
But after thinking for a long time, what benefit would she have from keeping An Xueqi in custody?
An Jiancheng would use his connections to smooth things over, and it probably wouldn't be long before An Xueqi was released.
Any scandal would be thoroughly cleansed by Shui J.
Perhaps it was better, then, to extract some tangible benefit first.
Only with money in hand could she continue to deal with them.
"It is not impossible for me to drop the charges, but in exchange, I want ten percent of the shares of Jiren Hospital," An Ning stated slowly and clearly, presenting her terms of negotiation.
"Bullshit, I'm not dead yet, and you're already eyeing my shares?" An Jiancheng shouted angrily.
An Ning stood up indifferently. "Fine, then we have nothing more to discuss."