Looking at Song Laotaiye glaring and akimbo, questioning furiously, Song Ci almost wanted to laugh. Seven reasons for expulsion?
"So what if I've committed the seven reasons for expulsion, I do it because I want to, because I'm happy. What are you gonna do about it?" Song Ci sneered coldly, "I can even let you force me to death. You want to try it?"
Song Laotaiye was so angry he almost spat out three liters of blood, pointing at Song Ci with a trembling hand.
It was this trick again, always this trick, didn't she have any other tricks?
"You think I'm afraid of you?"
Song Ci was utterly fearless with her tried-and-true move: "You're not afraid of me, but you're afraid of my sons. Let's see if the sons will let you act this way?"
Song Laotaiye immediately shrank his neck, instantly meek: "I, I won't stoop to your level, I'm just taking a concubine. Even if the sons show up, you don't have the right to stop it."
In noble families, which man doesn't have a few concubines!
