Song Yu's status is not low either, daughter of a law professor. Song's father has taught many outstanding students, and the connections he accumulated can help Rong Qingze.
"It's settled. You don't need to keep changing people,"
The old man directly stated, adding, "I've already got people working on it."
"...Mm."
Rong Qingze had no choice but to respond.
After hanging up the phone, his sharp gaze swept toward Song Yu, "If you still want to be Mrs. Rong, you need to restrain yourself. If you act again like you did today, don't blame me for being ruthless."
"And don't bring your old father into this. You've already thoroughly embarrassed him."
With those final words, Rong Qingze stood up.
He walked away under Song Yu's gaze.
Shortly after he left, Song's father came in.
Seeing Song Yu awake on the hospital bed, his eyes were no longer filled with love but coldness and sharpness, "You're pretending, aren't you?"
