Song Qingyou's words were like a barrage of bullets, leaving no room for anyone to interrupt.
When she finished speaking, the entire private room fell silent.
Only the steam from the food was unaffected.
After the silence, it was Jiang Quan's angry reprimand.
"I'm his father. It's only right and proper for me to teach him a lesson! Who are you to tell me what to do?"
Song Qingyou's lips twitched. "I'm just saying a few words of justice from the perspective of a bystander, and Mr. Jiang can't accept it. Are you feeling guilty?"
"Guilty?"
Jiang Quan snorted, wanting to mock Song Qingyou.
Old Master Jiang stopped them.
He glared at Jiang Quan, then looked at Song Qingyou, his expression clearly much colder.
"Miss Song, this is a family matter of the Jiang family."
"Whether it's right or wrong, you have no right to interfere!"