The man standing in front was right under the crystal lamp post, the resplendent glass light illuminating his breathtaking, nearly perfect face, his attractive thin lips were slightly pursed.
This man was really tall.
Song Yinyin couldn't help but whisper to herself.
Although she wasn't exactly short, standing at 1.68 meters in front of this man, she seemed as petite as a small deer.
His entire being was filled with an inherent domineering aura, invisibly exerting an irresistible pressure on people, his pair of deep, beast-like, dangerously fierce dark eyes tightly locked onto her face.
Song Yinyin's heart shook.
She had seen him before!
It was in the VIP lounge at Xiangshan Cemetery!
Song Yinyin hadn't forgotten how this arrogant man mistook her for one of those women flocking to him, the disdain and contempt in his words infuriated her greatly, had she not been rushing to find her son, she would have surely kicked his vital organs!
She furrowed her brows, wondering why it was him again?
Wait a minute, is he the honored guest the Song Family is entertaining?
Because of the lighting, Song Yinyin could now see his features even clearer than before, clear enough to see every pore, every eyelash on his face… she couldn't help but lose herself once again.
Too alike…
Really too alike…
She seriously suspected, could Song Dabai really be his son?
But how could there be such a coincidence in this world? Right, just now Angie said that the night of confusion back then involved an unknown gigolo, how could her son be related to this man…
Thinking of the 'gigolo' incident, the hatred in Song Yinyin's eyes surged again.
She fiercely shook her hand, gritting her teeth and saying, "Let go!"
Lu Jihan not only didn't let go, but held her fair wrist even tighter, "What do you want to do?"
Upon hearing this, Song Yinyin sneered inwardly.
In her view, since he was a guest of the Song Family, he must be in cahoots with Jiang Lan and Angie.
So, she replied unceremoniously, "What I want to do has nothing to do with you!"
Still sitting on the floor, Angie pretended to be unable to get up, and seeing Lu Jihan's displeasure, suddenly had a clever thought.
She hastily added, embellishing the truth, "Sister, although we were not born of the same mother, we are nonetheless sisters. If I had known you were back in the country, how could I not invite you home for a gathering? Moreover, I've already endured a slap from you, isn't that enough for you?"
Angie's face appeared tear-streaked like a pitiful, delicate flower, sobbing endlessly, looking somewhat like Lin Daiyu at first glance, where was the previous demeanor of a venomous woman?
Additionally, the hypocritical 'sister'…
Ugh—
Song Yinyin nearly wanted to puke.
Such a performance where truth and falsehood were hard to distinguish!
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't dream that Angie had such incredible acting skills.
Years ago, didn't she rely on those acting skills to gain Yan Kejun's trust?
Why doesn't she change careers to be an actress?
With her acting skills, why would she need to spend money to buy a master's degree in literature at a third-rate music academy abroad, she could go directly to Hollywood and win awards!
The more Angie acted this way, the more anxious Song Yinyin became watching it.
She wished she could immediately expose Angie's hypocritical face, but alas, her wrist was still tightly grasped by the man beside her.
"Enough, crazy woman!" He squinted his keen, eagle-like dark eyes, saying, "Isn't it enough that you chased me all the way to Xiangshan Cemetery, now you've chased me to the Song Mansion?!"
Chased… chased him?
Boom—
Song Yinyin's brain experienced a momentary blackout.
Did he take the wrong medicine?