Song Yinran's eyes flashed slightly, and the smile on his face remained unwavering, "Yes! Won't Brother Lu offer me his congratulations?"
As soon as the two men faced each other, from Lu Pengcheng's complexion and the sour tone of his words, how could he not understand what kind of thoughts were running through his head?
Xinyan had once been in a relationship with him, Lu Pengcheng, and they had a daughter together; now that she had married him, his heart must be anything but at ease.
But what did it matter if he was not at ease?
Lu Pengcheng had caused Xinyan a lifetime of misery, so what right did he have to stand in the way of her marriage?
However, Xinyan was now his wife, Song Yinran's, and regarding her past with Lu Pengcheng, he did not want to dwell on it too much.
In fact, he even had to thank Lu Pengcheng for not marrying her. Otherwise, how could he have met and possessed such a wonderful woman as Xinyan at this age when one is supposed to understand one's destiny?
