Chi Wan's deliberately lowered voice held a luring quality. "Thinking of getting money from our family to pay Song Yangming's gambling debts? I'd advise you to give up on that idea. If you keep pressuring my parents, I'll tell Song Yangming the truth about his parentage. After all... his biological father is much richer than my dad was before he went bankrupt.
"A mere two hundred thousand? He probably spends more than that on a single meal out. You people ruined Song Yangming's chance at a life of wealth, and now you want to interfere in my mother's life?"
Hearing Chi Wan's words, Qian Cuicui's eyes flickered, her thoughts unreadable.
Seeing that her goal was achieved, Chi Wan straightened up and said softly, "Don't mess with me again. Since you went to the hospital, you should know that Song Yangming's hand can't be healed. And it's not just his hand. If I'm unhappy, he'll be a cripple in bed for the rest of his life."
