From that tone, one didn't have to guess to know that Song Qingchen had filed her complaints again.
Sheng Yize rubbed An Xiaxia's head and whispered, "I need to get this."
"Oh…" An Xiaxia lay down on the sofa like a lamb and stayed very still, patting her plump stomach.
Sheng Yize went out to the balcony. The night breeze brushed gently against his face as he said calmly, "Uncle Song, nothing happened between me and Song Qingchen to begin with. I can't let down another person because of a misunderstanding."
In the past few days, he had sent the evidence not only to An Yibei, but to Sheng Qingyi and Song Huan as well.
Naturally, Sheng Qingyi was enraged, but only because Sheng Yize had exposed Song Qingchen, ruining any chance of a marriage between the two families.
Song Huan hadn't contacted him; this was his first phone call since then.
