Song Yansheng came upstairs probably an hour later.
By then, Shi Nuan was already drifting off to sleep and felt someone embrace her from behind.
Then, the night was as cool as water, and the world was quiet.
Meanwhile, Song Qingyang, who was sent away from the Song Mansion by Old Zhang, stared quietly out at the night through the car window, lost in thought.
Old Zhang, who had watched Song Qingyang grow up, couldn't help but sigh upon seeing this scene.
He spoke, saying: "Miss Qingyang, fate is determined by heaven. I think you should come to terms with it. Besides, I've met Mr. Yu, and he's quite outstanding!"
Song Qingyang curled a cold smile: "Outstanding? Perhaps. But can he be as outstanding as Second Uncle?"
Old Zhang was taken aback and asked, "What do you mean by that, Miss Qingyang?"
