"Dad no, you can't do that! Mom will go to jail, please don't let them do it!" Song Yangyao cried out desperately.
Wu Haoyu regarded her coolly. "So Miss Song, you suggest we simply let your mother go and forget about her crimes, allowing her to live comfortably?"
Song Yangyao whirled to face him, eyes wild. "Please, sir, I'm sure she regrets her decisions now. Please don't do this...Dad, say something!"
Song Bo seemed to hesitate before turning to Song Yanyan. "Yanyan...I'm sorry. I should have done something long ago about the way they treated you all these years."
Song Yanyan met his gaze evenly. "It's okay."
Chen Xinyi, desperation written across her crumpled features, tried to clutch at her husband's arm. But Song Bo merely recoiled from her grasp, his expression hardening as she dissolved into fresh, racking sobs.
"Oh, please just shut the fuck up already," Song Yanyan sneered.
