Song Ling had no intention of changing the topic. His voice grave, he declared, "Niu Shan is the one who harmed Song Yu."
Jiang Yue's hand flew to her eyes in disbelief, her mouth agape, "The few times I interacted with Niu Shan, I thought he was a gentleman. I never imagined he'd be such a person behind the scenes!"
Her gaze briefly met Song Ling's unchanging expression, then she turned to Niu Shan, anger lacing her voice. "Yuyu is my closest friend, and you dared to harm her. Brother Song Ling, someone like Niu Shan shouldn't exist in this world. Kill him, I won't tell anyone!"
Niu Shan, stunned by Jiang Yue's call for his death, bore his pain and retorted furiously, "It was you who instructed me to do it, and now you're throwing all the blame on me, you bit*h!"
Jiang Yue's pupils contracted, fists clenched behind her back.
Song Ling's face darkened, his voice sharp as an ice blade, "You instructed him?"
