Song Yan's smile gradually faded, and her face quickly darkened.
She stared hard at Song Ci, her eyes dark and fierce, "What did you just say?"
Seeing her reaction, Song Ci snorted coldly and repeated, "You heard me perfectly well, yet you pretend you didn't? Fine, I'll repeat it for you to hear."
"Dad has already registered his marriage with my mom, and both my mom's and my names have been on the Song Family's household registry for a long time. The only reason he hasn't made it public is that he was considering your young age. Song Yan, you're twenty-two now, shouldn't you understand these things? Who Dad wants to marry is his choice, who are you to disapprove? What right do you have to interfere?"
Every word that Song Ci said entered her ears.
Song Yan's face was tense, and her hands involuntarily clenched into fists.
