"What's wrong?" Su Wen asked softly.
Zhou Hengyang made a gesture to sit first, Su Wen sat down on the opposite sofa filled with confusion, patiently waiting. But soon, she heard something that set off her rage.
"Was it a call from Song Jinyan?"
Zhou Hengyang nodded.
The call wasn't hung up, their conversation continued. But Zhou Hengyang had already lost interest in listening, bluntly saying, "Song Zishan and Song Jiaming have nothing to do with us; they are your Song family's people. Do whatever you wish, there's no need to inform us."
"Hengyang, you're being impatient," Song Jinyan said slowly and methodically.
Zhou Hengyang sneered, glanced at the time on his wristwatch, and pressed down the annoyance in his heart, "The incident is over, my father-in-law is also already dead, what's the use of mentioning these things now?"
Song Jinyan was silent for a moment, and even though they weren't having a face-to-face conversation, the atmosphere rapidly became oppressive.
