"What?!" Xiao Lan raised her head excitedly toward Song Yufeng, noticing her own lapse, she quickly adjusted her expression, "Yufeng, I'm not afraid. As long as I can be with you, even if we have to sleep on the streets, I would feel very happy." That Old Man Song is really ruthless.
"Xiao Lan, I will always treat you well, I will definitely make you happy." Song Yufeng rubbed Xiao Lan's hair, looking into her eyes with utter sincerity. Although he no longer had money, he had a woman who loved him.
"Okay." Xiao Lan nodded her head and leaned into Song Yufeng's embrace, a look of disgust flitting across her eyes. If Song Yufeng truly had nothing, why would she continue to follow him? But she wanted to see if the Song Family would be so heartless.
Song Yan Ning came out of the room, just in time to see Yang Xin'er coming up the stairs. Yang Xin'er's eyes were swollen red, her gaze vacant, like a walking corpse—a far cry from the proud and haughty Yang Xin'er she remembered.
