"Yan Song, what are you doing?" Shu Tiancheng fumed, glaring.
"Then let me ask you, what do you intend to do? This is the Yan Family, not the Shu Family. Today is my great-grandfather's wedding celebration. Is Elder Shu here for the wedding feast or looking for trouble?" Yan Song's words were cold and sharp, even someone as seasoned as Elder Shu found it difficult to contend.
"Ah Song, after all, this is Elder Shu, and besides, it's Miss Ji who is in the wrong..." Meng Shujing stepped forward and said.
"In the wrong?" Yan Song suddenly turned his head to look at her, his thin lips curled into a mocking arc, "Where is she in the wrong? Is it simply because the object didn't hit Yun Ya but rather hit Yan He, so Yun Ya is in the wrong? What kind of nonsense logic is that? If something falls from the sky and hits Aunt, would she blame me?"
"You... are simply talking nonsense." Meng Shujing snapped, flinging her sleeve in frustration.
