The person speaking was not convinced and was about to say something when Song Min'an stopped him.
"There's no point in talking nonsense, Song Yan, the overall situation is set. No matter how much you try to stir things up or delay, you can't change this established fact anymore."
The meeting room fell silent.
Song Yan's father sat without saying a word, her gaze swept over her mother, who frowned as if she hadn't expected Song Yan to come, but it was an eventual thing, something that had to be faced sooner or later.
Song Yan's demeanor was very calm, lacking the anticipated accusations and questioning, she was indifferent as if she was just a stranger.
"Yanyan, you should go," Qin Yao finally spoke, advising her.
The image of mother and daughter in opposition was something she had imagined many times, and in truth, she had long been prepared, yet when the moment actually arrived, she could only utter those five words.
Perhaps, she should also say, "I'm sorry."