Song Qingrui was taken aback, standing at the door, unsure of what to say.
Her mother scolded her; did she really say something wrong?
A hint of smugness flashed in Song Qingying's eyes.
As she passed by Song Qingrui: "Sister, just think about it, brother is our true family."
"That Miss Jing merely gave you a bit of small favors, and you're speaking for her, even helping Song Yingchuan get off the hook."
"If our brother truly died, it would be such an injustice for him."
"So, that Miss Jing is not a good person at all; I advise you to limit your interactions with her."
Saying so, Song Qingying swayed her hips and left lightly.
She didn't care whether her brother Song Bufan lived or died.
After all, their sibling relationship was not good on usual days.
Not only did her brother like to squander, but he also often lost his temper at home.
Song Bufan's reputation was bad, and with him around, Song Qingying knew she couldn't marry into a better family.
