"You, how dare you!" Facing Yan Xingxuan's commanding presence, Mrs. Song's voice trembled with nervousness.
But outwardly, she maintained her composure, refusing to back down.
"Fine, since you are her brother, why didn't you stop your sister when she insulted my daughter for no reason? I acted, but your sister deserved it. Why should she throw dirt on my daughter?"
Mrs. Song clenched her teeth, her hands tightly formed into fists, glaring viciously at Lu Fengxuan, speaking word by word.
"Apologize! You must apologize to my daughter now! Otherwise, expect the Song Family's lawyer's letter tomorrow!"
Song Yuandong stepped forward, gripping Mrs. Song's hand, glanced at Lu Fengxuan and Yan Xingxuan, and assisted in adding pressure:
"Miss Lu, Young Master Yan, my wife's request is reasonable. Her demand is also my intention. You must apologize to my daughter!"
Behind them, the frail figure of Song Sixuan swayed, her pale face glowing under the night sky.
