The butler looked anxious: "Sir, I was just about to mention this. Madam and Miss... they said they want to move out."
"Hmph!"
Song Huaizhong let out a cold snort from his nasal cavity, "They make a mess they can't clean up, and now they throw a tantrum at me? They're getting more and more rebellious! Where are the two of them?!"
The butler shrank back a little and pointed upstairs.
"Madam and Miss are... packing their luggage now."
"I want to see what tricks they can pull off!"
Saying this, Song Huaizhong stepped upstairs, his face pale with anger.
...
Upstairs, Song Anqi was sobbing, "Mom, are we really moving out?"
"What else? Hmph! Old Song, that spineless figure, cowers in front of Lu Jihan when it concerns a hundred million!"
Jiang Lan cursed and said, "Not even considering the money, just talking about you, you're his own daughter, yet he sides with that bitch Song Yinyin! It's so heartless! This life is unbearable."
