Qiao Qiudie gently tugged at Sang Shaoan's sleeve, her tone gentle and graceful, "Master!"
Sang Shaoan just snorted coldly, threw his sleeves heavily, put his hands behind his back, and turned his head to the side.
Seeing that Sang Shaoan was unmoved, Qiao Qiudie could no longer hold back and pressed the silk in her hand against her lips.
Her tears fell like they were free.
Qiao Qiudie rushed forward and hugged Sang Luan, sobbing and sobbing, "My Luan'er, your father and I told you long ago that the Prime Minister is in a high position and has great power. Besides, he has no feelings for you at all, but you insisted on marrying him."
Sang Luan felt a suffocation in her neck. She quickly reached out and patted Qiao Qiudie's back, her voice hoarse, "Mother..."
Qiao Qiudie realized that she had lost her composure and quickly let go of her hand. She then held Sang Luan's hand with both hands and said, "We'll have someone send you some money later. At least you don't have to worry about other people's faces anymore."
Sang Luan nodded softly with tears in her eyes.
"Dad, Mom, it's my daughter who is willful and unfilial." Sang Luan walked to the center, holding up the hem of her clothes, and slowly knelt down in the direction of Sang Shaoan and Qiao Qiudie. "I'll come to see you next time."
After he finished speaking, he kowtowed heavily to the two of them.
Then, he suddenly stood up and walked forward without looking back.
"Leaving now?" Sang Shaoan sighed lightly, turned around, and there was a hint of loss in his tone.
Sang Shaoan: "Didn't you say you were going to give money to people? Why don't you hurry up and prepare it?"
Qiao Qiudie hurriedly turned around to prepare.
"Remember to take more!"
Sang Shaoan suddenly spoke from behind.
At the same time, after leaving the Sang Mansion, Sang Luan saw Feng Hengzhi's sedan chair from a distance and was about to step forward.
Suddenly, there was a burst of pain at the back of her head. Sang Luan's eyes rolled back and she fainted.
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