Yun City's Song family.
The bodyguards in black entered one after another and instantly occupied the entrance of the living room. They were all in uniform. They were burly and strong, like black clouds pressing down on the city. The atmosphere was suddenly cold and solemn.
Accompanied by the crisp sound of high heels, Qiao Aiyun slowly walked into the living room.
"Why are you here?!" Song Jingren blurted out, his eyelids twitching violently.
"This is my house. Can't I come back?" Qiao Aiyun reached out and unbuttoned the jacket she was wearing. Underneath was a long black gown with a collar design. It was heavy and elegant. Her hair was tied up, and she quietly swept her gaze across the two people on the stage.
Disdain.
Song Fengwan followed closely behind her. She was dressed in moonlight white and didn't have any decorations on her, but she was still eye-catching.
