Song Qiao's position within the Song Family was something Lu Jingchen was very clear about, but whether Song Qiao's father truly liked his daughter—that was somewhat self-evident.
Anyway, in his lifetime, he would never let that old jerk off the hook.
If it weren't for him, he wouldn't have lost his parents since a young age.
Ji Sifan didn't speak, his hand beside him clenched into a light fist, his eyes dangerously staring at Lu Jingchen in front of him.
Lu Jingchen's gaze shifted to the cruise ship forming on the river surface. The technology and development in An City were extremely advanced, also ranking as one of the top domestic tourist attractions. Simply taking a cruise to admire the skyscrapers on either side of the river was already an enjoyable experience.
