An Ning looked at Shang Shu's anxious face and expression.
Then she looked at the expressions of Qin Furong and Shang Wenshu beside her.
With a slight smile, she said, "Those documents have long been donated to the charity under Mr. Zhang's witness. I won't regret it."
"You're crazy!" Shang Shu looked at her in disbelief, "I'm your father, you don't want to give me your shares, but you are willing to donate them to those unrelated people?"
"Father?" An Ning's expression was extremely sorrowful, "Where do I have a father? My mother died when I was five years old, and I have never seen my father since. All these years, you have ignored me, occupied the money from my shares, and lived in the villa my mother left for me. But have you ever wondered how I have been living? If it weren't for my uncle's family taking me in, have you ever thought about what I would be like now? Father, can you even utter this word? Why did I donate the shares if not because I lost hope in you!"
