Yuncheng, Qiao residence…
When the group arrived home, Qiao Aiyun rubbed her aching temples and looked at Song Fengwan. "Wanwan, have breakfast before resting. Don't go to the atelier today."
"Okay." Song Fengwan hadn't thought that the matter Fu Chen had been hiding from her was actually this.
Ever since Song Jingren had planned the filiation banquet to when the media had slandered her and her mother and then later exposed the photos of her mother and Yan Wangchuan, she had understood that this father didn't love her as much as she had thought.
Even so, she hadn't expected him to be so crazy as to get someone to kidnap her.
On the way back, Qiao Wangbei had bought some vegetable porridge and steamed dumplings. Song Fengwan grabbed her chopsticks and just took a bite of the dumplings when her stomach churned badly. She ran to the bathroom and leaned against the sink to vomit for a while…
