Of everyone present, only Hua Manman could produce such a large sum of silver from the Prince Zhao Mansion.
The silver could only be hers.
Han Zhenzhen's words were essentially backing up Song Ding.
Song Ding reacted instantly, a helpless look on his face.
"Qingqing, I know I shouldn't meddle in affairs between you sisters, but your sister has truly gone too far this time.
We were betrothed before birth, and our feelings for each other run deep, but she's actually trying to tear us apart for her own selfish desires!
For your sake, I'll let this go. I'll just pretend it never happened.
But I have to warn you—your sister is not a good person.
You should stay away from her from now on, lest you get schemed against by her again."
His tone was utterly sincere, as if he were genuinely looking out for Hua Qingqing.
Hua Qingqing, however, just pressed her lips together, watching him with a complex expression.
Her stare made Song Ding a little uneasy. He frowned and asked.
