"Qingya is my wife—the woman I, Fei Jin, properly married and vowed to protect for the rest of my life. I won't allow anyone to say a single bad word about her! You claim to be so concerned about Cheng Lu, but have you ever considered that what you're saying right now is just sowing discord?"
"As for what Song Chenglu did, the organization will conduct its own investigation. I suggest you watch yourself!"
Yang Meiling was stunned by his ice-cold tone.
She subconsciously took half a step back.
"Mr. Yang, since you're so intent on fighting for Cheng Lu, why don't you go ask her yourself?"
Song Qingya began to speak slowly.
"By the way, I just came from the detention center."
The corners of her lips lifted slightly, a hint of coldness entering her tone.
"As for Cheng Lu right now… I doubt she can see any visitors."
At the words "detention center," the color instantly drained from Yang Meiling's face.
"Also,"
Song Qingya's voice wasn't loud, but every word was crystal clear.
