Song Xiran's face showed a hint of disgust. "Auntie, I'm busy with something right now, so I won't talk to you anymore." If Luo Shu were so easy to kill, why would he have waited until now?
"Xiran..." Song Yuyan wanted to say something else, but Song Xiran had already hung up the phone, infuriating her so much that she violently threw the phone to the ground.
"Damn you, Song Xiran! How can you be so heartless, ah!" Song Yuyan's eyes were bloodshot as she yelled like a madwoman, flinging everything on the table to the floor.
The servants of the Yao Family had already grown accustomed to her behavior. Ever since Yao Qing died, Song Yuyan would have a mental breakdown every now and then. Thus, everyone kept their distance, not wishing to be near her at such times.
After smashing everything in the room, Song Yuyan sat on the ground, panting, and burst into a sinister laugh. "Luo Shu, I will kill you for sure, I will make sure you die!"
