The murderous intent that flickered in Song Qianfan's eyes for an instant frightened Song Qianhang.
Song Qianhang's hand holding the wine cup trembled, nearly losing grip, his heart leaping into his throat... Ah Juan was right, eldest brother truly harbored murderous intentions toward his younger brother.
At this moment, he felt that no matter what he said, no matter how much he explained, Song Qianfan wouldn't listen to a word.
He wasn't at all like what he had always thought. Everyone was deceived by the facade he presented.
Song Qianhang's thin lips pressed tightly, feeling alienated and heartbroken.
The father and the heir consort were indeed biased, but that was no reason for him to rebel in the future.
Noticing Song Qianhang's abnormality, Song Qianfan restrained his expression, putting on a concerned look, "What are you thinking about?"
