Gu Yiyao didn't dare to be willful and utter another word anymore. She lowered her head under that gaze and kept sobbing softly while picking at her fingers.
Song Hui wanted to say something, but she was afraid that Jiang Mingxu would really kill her if she said something wrong, so she held her tongue, too.
At this moment, only Du Xin—who was flexible with her attitude—stepped forward to smooth things over. "Mingxu, it's really all a misunderstanding. Actually, I really came to visit Weiwei out of concern. I even brought her soup. In the end, these youngsters are hot-blooded, so they started bickering…"
Song Wei coldly snorted in ridicule. "You guys came for the invitation letter to the Family Alliance Ball."
"As for the bickering you're talking about, I wonder if you're talking about the part where you gave your support to my husband keeping a mistress or about the part where I'm just a sacrificial pawn of the Song family who's not worthy of my husband?"
