A flicker of surprise flashed in Xie Xubai's eyes, as he had already promised Huo Xingzhou enough benefits to no longer interfere with the stock acquisition of Xiang Group.
It couldn't be him.
Then who else could afford to pay such a price?
He screened through a few possible competitors in his mind.
Then, imperceptibly, he lifted his gaze to Xiang Tao: "The timing of this text is a bit too coincidental, it inevitably makes me wonder if you arranged it on purpose."
"Believe it or not, up to you."
Xiang Tao, in the end, had only one choice left: to sell off the shares of Xiang Group to preserve the Xiang Family.
Perhaps after going abroad, there would still be an opportunity to start a business and make a comeback.
He could also leave a sum of money for Xiang Mingzhu to live a wealthy life.
"Who offered a higher price than me?"
"Xie Xubai, do you think I would tell you my trump card?"
