Zhan Qiang could hear the killing intent in the second young master's tone. He looked at the woman in front of him with a cold expression and said in a deeper tone, "Madam, be careful with your words and actions. The Zhan family doesn't need others to interfere in our matters."
His voice was cold, and the faint killing intent revealed made Song Qinglian, who did not have much confidence, panic. Her body subconsciously trembled, and countless bad thoughts swirled in her mind. Did the Zhan family know the truth?
Could it be that they had really found out what their daughter had done that night, or that the Zhan family did not want Zhan Jinghong's scandal to be known by outsiders, so they wanted to silence them?
"Ah! Don't touch me! Don't touch me!"
Song Miaomiao, who was sitting opposite, suddenly howled loudly. Dr. Huang, who was in front of her, was holding a needle as thick as a needle and stabbing it into Song Miaomiao's blood vessels.
