"You look much better like this, wearing a fake mask day after day, pretending to be loving sisters. Aren't you tired of acting? Because I'm tired of watching," Qiao Ran said, gazing at Song Wanqing with evident approval.
"You used to be so haughty, not going back to the Song Family no matter how much money was offered or what nice things were said. Now you're willing to pay two billion to go back. Don't think I don't know that you're here for revenge against me and my mother."
"Qiao Ran, I'm telling you, no matter what you do, I won't let you get your way. If you know what's good for you, you'll give up your unwanted ambitions, and you might be able to save your own skin," Song Wanqing warned coldly.
Whether Qiao Ran knew her place or not, Song Wanqing had no intention of sparing her life.
Despite everything, Qiao Ran was still quite pleased that Song Wanqing was no longer holding back and speaking her threats openly.