"If I want you to never be able to turn your life around, it's not difficult." Qiao Aiyun's tone was firm, and her phoenix-like eyes were burning with a cold light. She tilted her head slightly to look up at Song Jingren, her eyes void of any warmth.
At this moment, in the conference hall within Huamao Hotel, the crowd and media reporters who had come to join in the commotion widened their eyes and were dumbfounded.
To them, the Song family was a wealthy family in Yuncheng. They all said that rich people's families were very messy. This was the first time they had seen a couple turn against each other openly.
Previously, the disturbance at the filiation banquet had involved the Fu family. But it had only spread on a small scale among high society, and the general public knew very little about it.
But now, it was different. They had participated in the whole process of the fight, and their blood was boiling at this moment.
