As she stepped forward, Qin Wang's brows furrowed even deeper.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, every word and action were observed, and at this moment, Song Ci's public statement had successfully puzzled everyone.
Song Yan let out a cold laugh, "You say it's impossible for him to marry me? What do you mean? If he's not marrying me, then is he marrying you?"
"Whether he marries me or not, I don't know, but he definitely can't marry you!" Song Ci's face flushed red as she raised her voice and shouted at Song Yan in public.
So certain.
The bystanders couldn't help but murmur in disapproval.
"Song Ci, that's enough, you have no right to speak here," Qin Wang rebuked her coldly.
Song Ci's face showed unwillingness. She bit her lip and looked at Qin Wang, "Qin Wang, brother, the one who should have had enough is you. Now that dad is already dead, you don't have to make the same compromises you did before!"
At these words, Qin Wang's face changed.
