My face does hurt a little

She couldn't help but hold song Qiaoqiao's hand and smile at Mrs. Song.

"You're Madam song, right? It's indeed a little presumptuous of me to suddenly come to the song family. I will first apologize to song Furen here, Yingluo."

Madam song glanced at Lan Xiao in disdain and snorted.

She had seen too many scheming girls like her.

Each and every one of them, relying on their beauty and their relationship as classmates, approached her son with ill intentions. Wasn't it because they were interested in her son's background?

"There's no need. He Feng is sick now and doesn't have time to see you. Hurry up and go." Madam song shot a cold glance at Lan Xiao, then turned to look at Jiang Qingyun. The disdainful smile on her face disappeared, and she immediately grabbed Jiang Qingyun's hand."Qing 'er, you've come? Hurry up and go in to accompany mild wind. At this time, he needs someone to accompany him. You've come at the right time."