"Then you call your men and tell them to send the rest of the money over as soon as possible. My patience is limited. If I don't see any more money in an hour, you can prepare to collect your little bastard's corpse."

Yang Qiaoqiao looked at Jiang Yiran's hand, which had never left An'an's neck, and agreed, "Okay."

At this moment, Huo Beixiao had already driven his car to the gate of the courtyard and parked it.

And as Jiang Yiran requested, he did not turn off the engine, and he also retreated to a sufficiently far distance as required.

Jiang Yiran grabbed An'an by the neck and got into the driver's seat.

Just then, Zhu Dong and Guo Tao arrived with the money.

Yang Qiaoqiao opened the bag they brought, and from a distance, took out stacks of four heads for Jiang Yiran to inspect. Then, she looked at her and said, "The 500,000 is all here. Give me back my daughter."

Jiang Yiran gripped An'an's neck, her sharp nails scraping against An'an's tender skin.

"Wow—wow—"

An'an, who was originally thought to have fainted from hunger, woke up at this time. Such a small baby had no chance of resisting at all.

Feeling uncomfortable, all I could do was cry out loud.

Hearing her daughter's cries, Yang Qiaoqiao's already aching heart felt like it was being stabbed with a knife. She couldn't help but tear up and roared at Jiang Yiran, "Give me back my daughter!"

"Hahaha……"

Seeing her like this, Jiang Yiran felt a surge of pleasure and couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Yang Qiaoqiao, you want this little bastard so badly? Then come and hug her!"