Her eyes stared directly at Song Anqi, trembling lips, she said:
"Song Anqi, six years ago, why did the Yan Family break off the engagement with me? Whose fault was it, who planned it all? How vicious your actions were, aren't you very clear on that yourself? Six years have passed, I haven't held it against you, yet you constantly fight against me, tarnish my reputation everywhere—can your conscience handle that?"
Song Yinyin quietly inhaled, adjusting the unbearable suppression in her breath.
Her words piqued Old Ji's interest.
"Eldest daughter of the Song Family, I don't know the grudge between you two sisters, but from what you said, does it mean it's always been your sister who hasn't gotten along with you?"
"Exactly!"
"You're talking nonsense!"
Song Anqi blurted out, struggling to keep her composure, reaching out to grab Song Yinyin's hair.
But suddenly, a wall of flesh stepped out in front, blocking her and Song Yinyin completely.
