The remark infuriated Ling Guozhi. When he tried to question the landlord, the landlord had already hung up.
"What's the matter? Did something happen to the cinerary casket?" Fang Cuie asked her husband immediately.
"The landlord said that someone went there last night and took the cinerary casket!" said Ling Guozhi.
"They took it? What about our 50 million dollars? Without the cinerary casket, that wench won’t give us 50 million dollars!" Fang Cuie was worried now. Suddenly, she thought of another possibility. "Speaking of which, she must have had someone taken the cinerary casket away..."
Frowning, Ling Guozhi simply picked up his phone and dialed Ling Yiran's number.
Moments later, Ling Yiran answered the phone. "Yes?"
"Yiran, I've thought about it. After all, we're father and daughter. No matter what, we're still related. If you really can't give me the 50 million dollars we agreed on yesterday all at once, you can give half of it first. I'll tell you where your mother is buried. You've hit it off with Yi Jinli, haven’t you? The money shouldn't be a problem for him," said Ling Guozhi. Although the cinerary casket was gone, he still wanted to try and blackmail her.
If it was not his daughter who had taken the cinerary casket last night, then he could make do with 25 million dollars. He could just buy a cinerary casket and put false ashes in it to trick her.
What he did not see was Ling Yiran's disappointed face on the other end of the phone.
This was her father, and he was using her mother's ashes to get money from her. Was he really taking advantage of her mother's death?
"It's all right. I got Mom's ashes yesterday, and I've already buried her," replied Ling Yiran.
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