That day, Song Qingyang left without saying goodbye to Song Yansheng or Shi Nuan.
She noticed the two of them walk to the path on the side but only glanced briefly before getting in the car and leaving.
Then, without looking back, she drove out of Song Mansion.
The road leading to Song Mansion was brightly lit and clear, with almost no traffic.
She drove at an extremely high speed, the accelerator nearly to the floor, yet even so, the frustration in her heart couldn't be released.
After driving for nearly ten minutes, about to enter the main road of the city, she suddenly slammed on the brakes and brought the car to a halt.
Then she gripped the steering wheel, taking big gasps of breath.
After a while, she lifted her head, her face pale as paper, yet her lips were a deep red.
Looking eerie to some extent.
Her chest rose and fell, her body's graceful curves fully displayed.
Her dark gaze suddenly caught sight of a small package on the passenger seat.
