Qiao Aiyun had called the bodyguards here to create a situation that would embolden herself. After leaving the Song family mansion, she had gotten them to go back. The only one who followed her, Qian Jiang, had gone to get the car.
When Song Jingren chased over, Qiao Aiyun and Song Fengwan were standing at the door.
The crowd had dispersed, and the fallen leaves and colorful flowers on the ground crisscrossed, indicating that there had been a grand event here.
"Aiyun, Wanwan—" Song Jingren jogged over. His clothes were messy, and there were still blood-red fingerprints on his face. He looked extremely disheveled as he grinned at them.
"What do you want now?" Qiao Aiyun looked at him.
He was smiling, hypocritically and disgustingly.
"I want to have a good talk with you." His tone is clearly much gentler.
"You can speak to my lawyer directly." Qiao Aiyun pulled Song Fengwan toward the parking lot.
