Song Wenchuan's heart was extremely cold. He wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.
His eyes were filled with tears.
His voice was filled with exhaustion. "If you say so, then so be it..."
She needed a doctor, so he used his connections to find her the best doctor. When she returned to China and needed resources, he put all his pride on the line and asked the director and his partners to take care of her.
It turned out that in her eyes, he did not treat her as a younger sister.
If that was all, Song Wenchuan would have accepted it. But now, with Song Weiwei's contrast, he suddenly felt like an idiot.
Song Jingwan had already lost her rationality. "I want to see Song Yaoyao. She won't answer my calls. Help me contact her! Ask her to give me the antidote!"
Song Wenchuan laughed. "Jingwan, why are you so confident?"
