Did she really hate him that much?
So much that it had come to this.
Qin Yao didn't speak, nor did he lift an eyelid.
Song Chengye scoffed coldly, wondering whether he hated him so much that he didn't even want to see him, or if he simply didn't dare to look at him.
Song Min'an's raging ambition, silently lurking for years coveting Song Corporation, had long been plotted, and the moment it erupted, he was determined to have it by any means necessary.
Song Chengye knew that more words were pointless. Now that everything had happened, he couldn't just move someone who had already betrayed him with words, as if in some TV drama.
"Fine, let's vote then. I don't believe that I, Song Chengye, am that unpopular!" he said, flinging his sleeve and sitting down.
Song Min'an sneered coldly, "Struggling in vain, I'll let you die understanding why."
Since he had come today, he would certainly not leave empty-handed!
