Song Xinyao's face turned pale, and she tightly clutched the hem of her skirt without saying anything.
She only cast her tearful eyes towards Ji Ruofeng, biting her lips slightly, looking pitiful and hopeful.
Hoping that he would speak up for her.
Ji Ruofeng's heart remained unmoved as he held Song Shijia's hand, a cruel smile tugging at the corner of his lips, "Let your parents talk to me."
Ji Ruofeng, after all, came from a wealthy family and has seen all kinds of people since he became an adult.
Seeing her outfit and demeanor, how could he not understand what she meant?
Song Xinyao looked towards Song Shijia, bit her lip, and pretended, "Sis, listen to my explanation..."
"Don't call me sis," Song Shijia clicked her tongue and spoke indifferently, "Go back and sleep first; we'll talk tomorrow."
