Zhao Dong's eyes were filled with coldness, along with disdain and disgust for Song Yan. He supported Song Qingwan and said coldly to Song Yan, "If you were my sister and dared to act like this, I would beat you to death. You're worse than an animal."
Song Yan's face darkened. She retorted, "None of your damn business! Who the hell do you think you are, meddling in my family's affairs?"
Zhao Dong wanted to say more, but Song Qingwan tugged on his arm, her eyes brimming with tears. "Zhao Dong, just let it go."
Zhao Dong sighed softly. "I know you dote on your sister, but you're far too lenient with her. Has she ever once treated you like an older sister?"
Song Yan sneered, "I've never seen her as my sister! Why should someone as cold-blooded and ruthless as her be my sister?"
A sharp pain shot through Song Qingwan's heart. Hearing those words, her tears began to fall silently.
Zhao Dong roared suddenly, "Cold-blooded and ruthless? Song Yan, how dare you say such a thing?"
