Chapter 68: Tearing Off the Mask, Starting the War

"If you won't let me handle things, then leave this house. Get as far away from here as possible; I will never spare you another glance," the elder Mrs. Song bellowed angrily.

"Out of respect for your old age, I'll waste my breath to remind you once," standing on the staircase, Qiao Ran, with a fully commanding presence, stared at the several people on the sofa. "This house was personally designed by my mother, who supervised every aspect of its construction and decoration. Each blade of grass, each floor tile, was handpicked by her. If anyone is to leave, it's you people, not me."

The icy demeanor exuding from Qiao Ran sent a chill down the spine of everyone on the sofa, instinctively sparking a sense of dread.

Even though that face was as pure as an angel's, why did it carry such a cold arrogance?