Liu Hong, since his hand was broken, didn't dare to return to his family.
He wallowed in his villa, drowning his sorrows in alcohol daily.
When the bedroom door was pushed open, there was a nauseating blend of alcohol and the stench of vomit.
Song Qing's eyebrows furrowed, and upon seeing Liu Hong on the bed, rage consumed her.
Because there were also two naked, seductive women on the bed.
"Who are they?"
"Liu Hong, what right do you have to bring women from outside into our home? Get them out of here now!"
Liu Hong sneered, "Get them out? What right do you have to say that? I'm telling you Song Qing, this is the villa I paid for with my money!"
"I'll bring in whoever I want!"
"Song Qing, who do you think you are? You're nothing but a replacement for your cousin!"
"You!"
Song Qing almost exploded on the spot with anger, "Enough! You beast!"
Tears streamed down Song Qing's face.
