Sang Qingran also furrowed his brows. Shangguan Yuan did not seem easy to get along with, and even less so compared to Mr. Si.
With such a green tea character, who knew what he might do to them if he ended up with Qiaoqiao in the future.
Yet, Grandpa Sang believed him, and Mr. Sang Senior glared at his eldest grandson. "To think there is such an outrageous matter, Nanfeng, you must apologize to Ah Yuan!"
"I'm sorry." Sang Nanfeng's face was the epitome of discomfort. He suffered a loss and still had to apologize; what sort of situation was this?
Just as the room was engulfed in a tense atmosphere, Sang Siyang, whom everyone had been waiting for, returned. His clothes were covered with a lot of mud, and he was a disheveled mess.
He stood at the doorway, his gaze fixed intently on Sang Qiao sitting on the sofa.
He hesitated to move forward, fearing that this might all be a dream.
