Sweet Time Only for You: The Entanglement between Mr. Lu and Miss Song Chapter 169: Reflect on Yourself at Home!

This was a tacit acknowledgnt, and Jiang Lan was so angry she exploded, rushing up to grab Song Huaizhong by the collar.

"Song Huaizhong, speak up! Do you still have feelings for that cheap woman? You answer !"

"Nonsense!" With a shout of anger, Song Huaizhong coldly brushed her off.

Jiang Lan couldn’t dodge quickly enough and fell to the ground, almost unable to get up.

Song Anqi was also shocked, having never seen her father so indifferent, she hurriedly crouched down.

"Mom, are you okay?"

After being thrown down, Jiang Lan’s hair was disheveled and her clothes wrinkled, so she simply sat on the ground, refusing to get up.

"Oh dear , I’ve been unlucky for eight lifetis, taking care of you two father and daughter for decades, and now I can’t even compare to a dead cheap woman. I might as well just die..."

"Enough! Shut your mouth! Do you really want to kick you out of the house?!"

"..." Jiang Lan choked.

Previously, whenever her daughter made mistakes, she could always shield her and get through safely.

But this ti, Song Huaizhong wouldn’t have it; he was truly angry.

She didn’t have a job and relied entirely on Song Huaizhong for support. If she really was kicked out, what would she eat or drink?

If Song Huaizhong froze her bank card, she’d be penniless.

It looked like she had no choice but to temporarily endure it, and wait to take revenge for her daughter later.

Thinking of this, Jiang Lan sniffed and reached out her hand, "Daughter, help up."

Song Anqi nodded, "Mom, be careful."

Jiang Lan straightened up and said resentfully, "Old Song, I ask you, you promised with your own mouth to give Anqi that hundred million as a dowry!"

"Muddled!"

Song Huaizhong spat.

He said coldly, "Have you ever thought, if I don’t give up that hundred million, will Yinyin calm down? By then, my company and this mansion will be gone."

"..." Jiang Lan stiffened and fell silent.

That was true enough.

The company and mansion were seized from Song Yin’s grandfather. If she really pursued it, they would get nothing.

Seeing her silence, Song Huaizhong coldly snorted.

"Know your mistake? It’s because you as a mother were muddled-headed and didn’t educate your daughter well that she’s beco so spoiled!"

"Yes..." Jiang Lan replied hesitantly.

"From now on, behave yourself. Without my permission, you and your daughter are not allowed to act rashly."

After a slight pause, he turned back to glare at Song Anqi, "And you, rebellious daughter! You’ll stay ho obediently and reflect on yourself, you’re not allowed to go anywhere!"

"Dad! I..."

Before Song Anqi could react, Song Huaizhong shouted again, "Butler, co in and find the young lady’s bank cards!"

Her father was going to cut off her financial source.

Song Anqi wanted to protest, but looking up, she saw Song Huaizhong’s cold and venomous gaze.

This was her father’s truly terrifying side.

Song Anqi shrunk back in fear, not daring to say more.

At this mont, the butler rummaged through Song Anqi’s bag, took out a wallet, extracted several black bank cards, and handed them back to Song Huaizhong.

"Sir, here you are."

Song Huaizhong took the bank cards and issued his final cold command, "Butler, keep a close eye on her!"

"Yes."

With the order given, he swept his sleeve and left, the door slamming shut.

Once he left, Jiang Lan and Song Anqi, deflated like withered eggplants, dropped to the carpet.