The bodyguards Qiao Aiyun had called were originally used to boost her courage. After leaving the Song family residence, she let those people go back. The only one who followed her, Qian Jiang, went to the side to drive.
When Song Jingren chased after them, the mother and daughter were standing at the door.
The crowd receded, and the fallen leaves on the ground and the ceremonial flowers crisscrossed chaotically, indicating that there had been a grand event here.
"Aiyun, Wanwan—" Song Jingren jogged over. His clothes were in a mess, and there were blood-red finger marks on his face. He was in an extremely sorry state as he grinned at them.
"What do you want now?" Qiao Aiyun looked at him.
His smile looked hypocritical and disgusting.
"I want to have a good talk with you." His tone was obviously much softer.
"If you have something to say, say it to my lawyer directly." Qiao Aiyun pulled Song Fengwan towards the parking lot.
