Song Qingying didn't expect Wei Mingyang to reprimand her so sharply.
Her face turned pale, she hurriedly said, "Brother Mingyang, I didn't mean it that way."
But Wei Mingyang didn't have the time to listen to her explanation.
He flicked his sleeves and left, throwing back a line, "Don't let me hear you speak nonsense again, we are family after all."
"You shouldn't always bring up Qing Rui's mistakes, otherwise things she hasn't done might be turned into truth by your words."
"This matter is over, and it should not be mentioned again."
Saying this, Wei Mingyang's figure faded away.
He didn't even glance at the religious gift that Song Qingying had begged for.
Song Qingying's eyes were filled with resentment, her nails dug tightly into her palms.
If it weren't for that Miss Jing, Song Qingrui wouldn't be so pleased with herself.
After returning home, Song Qingying told Duke Huan and his wife everything that happened at the banquet.
Meanwhile.
