Song Yao met Wang Bodong at less than six o'clock the next morning.
"Mr. Wang, I'm sorry to bring up your sadness again. Are you sure that your father died of anger because we were going to purchase your address?" Wang Bodong snorted and raised his voice, "How dare you, a heinous capitalist, come to me? You only care about money and don't care about other people's lives at all!" "I tell you! I will never reconcile! My father died because of you. You can't want to live well!" Song Yao turned her head to look at Wang Bodong, who was screaming hysterically with an indifferent expression all the time.
"Mr. Wang, I'm sorry. You think too much. I'm not here to settle with you. "…… "
Wang Bodong was stunned and did not expect Song Yao would say this, for a moment like a lump in the throat.