She truly hated her identity, hated being a Song, being a descendant of the Song Family, being his niece!
Fate is unfair!
These four words flashed through her mind!
And her phone rang at that moment. She picked it up, glanced at it, and squinted.
Because on the other end of the line was Aunt Hui from the Song Mansion.
Song Qingyang was slightly taken aback, not knowing why Aunt Hui was calling her, but matters and people related to the Song Mansion were always sensitive to her.
So, she picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Is this Miss Qingyang? It's Xu Hui!"
Song Qingyang made an "Mm" sound and asked, "Aunt Hui, you called me. Is there something you need?"
"It's like this..." Aunt Hui paused, then said, "Not long ago, didn't Miss Qingyang transplant a rose at the Song Mansion?
