As if he felt that Ning Yan was about to hang up the phone, Ning Yuanbo hurriedly said: "Yan Yan, don't hang up the phone first. I saw you on TV and knew that you are Ning Yan."

"Sir, I said you recognized the wrong person." Ning Yan's face turned pale in an instant, and her voice couldn't help but tremble.

After saying that, he hung up the phone without waiting for the other end.

dad……

Holding the phone and standing still, Ning Yan's mouth curled up with a sarcastic sneer.

Her father died more than ten years ago.

Since he took the woman away, Ning Yan had only her mother.

But how did he know her phone number?

Why did he call himself?

In the quiet and serious living room, a middle-aged man in his fifties sat on the sand, and opposite him was a middle-aged woman of similar age.

The woman's face was pale, she held Ning Yuanbo's arm tightly with both hands, and spoke urgently: "How is it, what did she say?"

Ning Yuanbo shook his head, rubbed his temples, and spoke helplessly: "What else can I say? She doesn't admit that she is Ning Yan, let alone recognize me as her father."

Even if she is Ning Yan, she will not recognize him.

After all, he was the one who was sorry for their mother and daughter.

"What should I do?" The lady's eyes suddenly turned red, "Or why I'll go and beg her in person and kneel down for her..."

"Calm down!" Ning Yuanbo said unhappy, "Three million is not a small amount, not to mention that we want more than money."

Ning Yan hated him so much that she would not give anything!

"What should I do?" The woman's tears fell, "What should I do with our Xueer? She is still so young. Do you really have to watch her die?"

Ning Yuanbo frowned, and a trace of pain climbed up his face, with a little helplessness and pain.

At this moment, the living room door was suddenly kicked open, and four or five burly men in suits and ties walked in and stood in two rows.

A middle-aged man followed closely behind, and the man slowly walked in front of them.

When someone suddenly broke in, Ning Yuanbo and the woman were stunned for a moment, staring at the person in front of her in panic.

"Who are you, what are you doing when you break into my house?"

"Is it Mr. Ning Yuanbo?" the man said in a low voice.

Ning Yuanbo was panicked, and the man actually knew his original name.

Ning Yuanbo nodded dullly, "Is it you..."

It seems that Ning Yuanbo himself is right.

The man smiled faintly and spoke expressionlessly: "Mr. Ning, my wife wants to see you!"

"Your wife?"

Ning Yuanbo was taken to a hidden private villa and waited quietly in the living room.

He looked up and down and saw that the magnificent villa was decorated in an extra luxurious manner, and it seemed that it was a rich family.

However, although he opened a small company himself, he didn't remember knowing such a rich person.

Five minutes later, a slow and loud sound of high heels suddenly came from the entrance of the stairs.

Ning Yuanbo raised his eyes and saw a woman of similar age walking towards him slowly.

He seemed to have seen this woman somewhere.

Mrs. Zhan sat directly opposite Ning Yuanbo and ordered the housekeeper to serve tea, with a faint smile on her face.

"Mr. Ning, I'm really sorry to invite you here in this way."

Ning Yuanbo frowned and said coldly: "Who are you?"

Mrs. Zhan curled her lips and smiled, and said slowly: "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I know who you are. I know you are Ning Yan's father. You have a sick daughter..."
Chapter completed!