At Songshan's mind was in turmoil, guessing how Big Brother would react.
"Then that's perfect, let her stay inside for a few years and only let her out after she turns thirty," Song Jinyan's calm facade finally cracked, a flash of ruthlessness fleeting in the depths of his eyes.
Once she comes out past thirty, without any capital, without any support, and even her pride in her youth gone, what would Song Zishan have left?
She might not even qualify to be meat on the chopping block for others.
Song Jingxian also realized this and couldn't help shivering.
In truth, her relationship with Song Jinyan wasn't very close. She had always been somewhat afraid of him since childhood.
"By the way, cousin," Song Jingxian hesitated before finally succumbing to her curiosity and innate longing for kinship, asking tentatively, "If Second Uncle isn't our birth uncle, then do you know who our real Second Uncle is?"
