Tang Anzhi's expression was arrogantly nonchalant, and her gaze even more haughty and indifferent, the kind that looked down on everything with trivializing disdain.
Her reckless words had darkened the faces of everyone present.
Especially that noble Mrs. Yan, whose expression was no longer the calm disregard she had shown for Tang Anzhi; her eyes kept shooting daggers at this wildly insolent illegitimate daughter. What audacity, to actually offer a price for her eldest son's kidney? Utterly preposterous.
If it hadn't been for her rare panda blood, they would have ended her life as soon as she was born; would she still be alive today, swaggering about?
Her life was worthless; being able to use one of her kidneys now was a blessing she earned. And she even dared to refuse?
Tang Anzhi received the woman's gaze and snorted lightly, particularly detesting the woman's air of supremacy. Who did this woman think she was?
