No matter what, her sister was still a twenty-year-old lady who was two years older than her.
"I'm being serious," song Xuan gritted her teeth.
Song ran's eyes were sincere. She hugged her sister and said, " "I am also serious with you. Jing hang is a modest gentleman."
When the two of them returned home, the living room was empty.
Song ran took the laptop that she and Lisheng used to chat with each other and went to her father's room. She knocked on the door and entered. When Shen mengfang saw her, she gritted her teeth in hatred. However, she had no choice but to put on a humble front and act like a little girl.
She had to bear with it. She had to learn to lie low and know when to advance and when to retreat. She could not anger old song at this time. After all, old song was her only backer.
