Jin Zhiya finally couldn't bear it any longer, tears streaming down her face as she hurriedly left the venue. Song Ci, worried, quickly followed her out.
Song Chengye took two steps forward, stopping in front of Song Yan, and said in a deep voice, "What do you mean by this? Have you decided to come back?"
Song Yan curved her lips upward in a mocking smile, "Isn't this what you wanted to see? You've gone to such great lengths, sparing no expense of the Song family's—and your—dignity, just to have me return, haven't you?"
Otherwise, why would he specifically hold such a grand birthday banquet?
Was it really just to celebrate Jin Zhiya's birthday?
To grandly introduce her to all the relatives and friends?
No, it wasn't.
It was to force her to return.
Song Chengye didn't deny it, his gaze falling on the white chrysanthemums scattered on the ground, he frowned, "But what you did today was indeed a bit too much."
Her actions were too extreme.
