"Ningning, Dad was wrong. I'm sorry," An Jiancheng said, genuinely apologetic.
In an instant, An Ning's heart, fortified like a citadel, shattered. No amount of shares or money could excite her even slightly.
But Dad's apology suddenly warmed her heart.
Her hand clutching the phone clenched uncontrollably, trembling slightly.
For a long time, she couldn't find the words to respond.
After a while, she asked with a sour voice, "Is it because of Zhou Shiran and An Xueqi? You're apologizing to me? Just to make me happy, so I would go easy on them?"
An Jiancheng hurriedly replied, "Of course not, Dad is not that foolish. This time An Xueqi has offended Deputy Director Qiao; if I can ask you for help, do you think I could ask others to let them off? It was An Xueqi who did wrong, and she should indeed learn a lesson."