When Song Jin had praised Ning Qing in the living room, Song Yajing could still regard his words as polite conversation, but she was very surprised that her eldest brother had used the phrase "very good" in private.
"Big brother, let me tell you that I am very unhappy with Ning Qing. First, she has a bad background. Second, Shaoming is very affectionate with her, which is not good for a man."
Song Jin smoked a cigar and flicked the ashes with one hand outside the window. "Sister, you've already been back for some days. You've had some contact with Ning Qing and Shaoming. What's the result?"
Speaking of this, Song Yajing was not very happy. She did not speak.
"You've never won, have you? Look, you can't beat Shaoming now, or even Ning Qing. I think Dinghua's heart is biased towards your daughter-in-law, so keep your dissatisfaction to yourself in the future, because the entire Lu family will ignore it."
Song Yajing froze, showing some panic.
