Even Yan Qingsang had taken out 50 million Spirit Stones; as for the remaining 50 million, Yan Zhenhuai wasn't incapable of producing them either. Thinking about this, a resolute look appeared in Yan Zhenhuai's eyes.
"Fine, Qingsang, I underestimated you before. I'll cover the other 50 million!" Yan Zhenhuai glanced at several others, clearly giving them a final chance to buy in.
At this point, even if this gamble resulted in losses, Yan Zhenhuai hoped the younger members of the Yan Family could show some initiative and drive.
However, to his disappointment, Yan Jinnan rolled his eyes toward the ceiling, while Yan Xinmei appeared dazed, as if she still hadn't regained her senses. Of the remaining two individuals, one stared intently at the cup on the table, and the other shut his eyes completely, as if meditating.
Each of them feigned ignorance, leaving Yan Zhenhuai feeling utterly speechless.
