The speaker was none other than Su Qingning. At this moment, she stood at the entrance of the private room, her stunningly beautiful face frosted over with anger. It was clear that Su Qingkun's words had infuriated her.
At her words, Su Qingkun sneered disdainfully. With a haughty expression, he said, "On what grounds? On the grounds that my sister was fortunate enough to land a man of high standing, while you could only marry a filthy beggar!"
Su Qingning's brows furrowed slightly, her beautiful, peach-blossom eyes filling with suspicion. She still doesn't know what happened to Su Qingfeng's husband and the Li Jinglong clan. It was only natural for her to be confused.
"What are you trying to say?" Su Qingning asked coldly.
