"No, don't touch me!"
Song Yan, groggy, saw Wang Song approaching her, bit her tongue, and struggled to maintain the last bit of consciousness.
But the effect of Tianma Powder was too strong, and all she wanted to do was close her eyes.
At this moment, when Wang Song looked at Song Yan, there was not a trace of lust, only endless rage. Through gritted teeth, he said, "It's all because of you, you wretch. If it weren't for you, how would I have encountered such a calamity?"
This is human nature!
He would not consider that the calamity before him was brought upon by himself; instead, he blamed the person he had harmed.
If there had been time, he would have killed Song Yan right then.
But killing her now would make it even harder to cover up the truth. No matter how much he hated Song Yan, he could only take her to the underground chamber first.
Meanwhile, the Song Family's motorcade was getting closer to Number Thirteen Rose Garden.
