Song Fengwan was merely following Jiang Fengya's words. There was nothing wrong with that.
The people below saw that Jiang Fengya's face was as white as snow and that her delicate body looked even more frail and pitiful.
And they couldn't help sneering.
"She shot herself in the foot. Why bother playing little tricks? She must be dumbfounded now."
"What are you waiting for? You're the one who wanted to leave. Why aren't you getting lost?!"
Cheng Lan had been standing below the stage with her arms crossed and her brows furrowed. The way was already paved for her, yet she still didn't know how to walk it. She's so stupid!
"Let me see who dares to make her leave! This is my house! I haven't spoken, so no one has the right to be presumptuous!" Song Jingren's tone was stern and firm.
His wife and daughter had already ruined his reputation. If Jiang Fengya was chased out, he wouldn't be able to show his face in Yuncheng anymore.
