Song family mansion in Yuncheng…
The bodyguards dressed in black entered one after another and instantly occupied the entrance of the living room. They were all wearing the same uniform and were tall and muscular. They were like black clouds pressing down on a city, and the atmosphere instantly became cold.
Along with the crisp sound of high heels, Qiao Aiyun slowly walked into the living room.
"Why are you here?" Song Jingren blurted out, his eyelids twitching violently.
"This is my house. Can't I come back?" Qiao Aiyun reached out to undo the woolen jacket that she was wearing. Inside was a long black gown with a straight collar. It was thick and elegant. Her tied-up hair swayed slightly as her gaze swept across the two people on the stage quietly.
Her gaze was full of disdain and contempt.
Song Fengwan followed closely behind her. She was wearing a pale blue gown without any embellishments, but she was still very eye-catching.
