Rong Qiao felt extremely awkward. She returned to her room and sat directly on the edge of the bed.
At that moment, the door to the room was pushed open... Song Rui walked in.
When Rong Qiao saw Song Rui, the sense of grievance inside her grew even stronger.
Song Rui, seeing her somewhat pitiful state, felt a rush of compassion in his heart.
He walked over and sat down, pulling her into his arms, "Don't feel bad. Since she doesn't want to recognize you, it doesn't matter. Anyway, with such a nasty temperament, it's better if you don't associate as sisters."
Something occurred to Song Rui, and he sneered, "Thinking that a little bit of success allows her to not recognize her own family, such a selfish and cold-blooded person is bound to end up deserted by everyone eventually."
Rong Qiao hurriedly said in a low voice, "Don't talk like that. My sister... she isn't like that. She's just..."
