Song Bingyun was already in tears, the words truly venomous.
She could never have imagined that her cousin, with whom she had played since childhood, could say such things to her.
"Bingyun, please don't be mad at your little sister!"
"She's still young, she doesn't understand, tomorrow I'll make her come and apologize to you."
Song Tieqiang hurriedly apologized, then gathered his wife and son and left in disgrace.
Fearing that if he left late, Song Bingyun would change her mind and give up on their traditional medicine clinic.
Liang Rulan sighed and said, "It's true that those to be pitied have themselves to blame!"
"Song Qing, I never expected her to be so venomous. She will never achieve happiness in this lifetime."
"Bingyun, don't take it to heart, we don't need to stoop to her level."
Tang Yi comforted with a smile, "Wife, you are the founder and president of the grand Bingyun Pharmaceutical Group, a powerful woman with a fortune of billions."
