After the breakup, Mr. Shang thought that the father was more valuable than the son.

"Property?" Song Xi'er almost laughed in anger: "I would like to ask, are Miss Zhuang and Shang Ji engaged?"

"immediately--"

"That means not yet." Song Xi'er interrupted her: "Not only are they not engaged, as far as I know, Miss Zhuang is just Shang Ji's secretary now, and the relationship between them is at most a boss and employee relationship."

"So you came here to tell me to be careful. Are you mentally ill or just awake?"

Song Xier's tone is very slow, it doesn't sound like she is cursing, but instead she is having a friendly conversation with you and is sincerely confused.

Huang Shiqing was stunned by Song Xier's words and didn't react for a long time.

"You...are you really Song Xi'er?"

Don't you mean that you look quite honest and well-behaved?

This is called honesty?

Song Xi'er was too lazy to pay attention to her anymore. She was not in the mood to eat anymore and turned to leave.

"Stop!" Huang Shiqing went to pull someone back again, but accidentally bumped into the waiter who was walking by carrying a tray.

With a "crackling" sound, all the wine glasses in the waiter's hands fell to the ground, and the wine mixed with the fragments spilled all over the floor.

Huang Shiqing went to pull Song Xi'er, so the distance between the two was quite close. The wine poured on Song Xi'er's chest, and then dripped down, making the whole thing wet.

The skirt Huang Shiqing was wearing exposed her breasts, back, waist and legs. Now her calf was scratched several times by the broken wine glass, revealing bright red blood.

"Ah! It hurts!" Huang Shiqing let out a sharp cry, but her hand was still holding Song Xi'er tightly.

There was too much noise here, and many people heard the sound and came over.

"What's going on?" Huang's mother looked at the blood on her daughter's leg, feeling distressed and angry: "Why is there so much blood? Call an ambulance quickly."

"Mom, it hurts so much. Is my leg going to be broken?"

Huang Shiqing raised her finger and pointed at Song Xi'er: "It's all your fault. If anything happens to my leg, I won't let you go."

Song Xi'er was frowning at the drink on her body. When she heard Huang Shiqing's words, she looked up, her eyes a little indifferent.

"What does it have to do with me? Didn't you hit it yourself?" Song Xi'er said and pulled her hand back.

It's coffee and wine. When I go out today, I should read the almanac. Song Xi'er is very depressed.

Huang's mother came over angrily: "Is it you?"

She said and raised her hand to hit someone, but Song Xier quickly raised her hand to stop her.

"Please make it clear, I am the victim." Song Xi'er was a little angry: "It's okay if I don't pursue the case, you still want to——"

Song Xi'er suddenly paused before she finished her words, her eyes fell behind Huang Mu, and the expression on her face was stunned.

It was Shang Ji and Zhuang Lin, the latter holding the former's arm in an affectionate manner.

Shang Ji didn't seem to expect that Song Xi'er would be here. His eyes glanced at the large piece of soaked fabric on her chest, and his brows furrowed in displeasure.

The next second, he put down the wine glass in his hand with a sullen face, and took off his coat while walking towards Song Xi'er.

But before he could get closer, Song Xier already had a man's jacket on her body.

Song Xi'er turned her head in surprise: "...Mr. Kang?"

Kang Nan politely nodded to Song Xi'er, turned around and left without saying anything.

Shang Ji paused in his steps and tightened his grip on his clothes.

Huang Shiqing was very excited when she saw Zhuang Lin: "Linlin, you are here, you have to make the decision for me."

As she spoke, she turned around and pointed at Song Xi'er: "I just said a few words to her, and she scolded me and pushed me. Look, my legs were all caused by her."

Zhuang Lin supported her friend, glanced at Shang Ji first, and then said, "Sister Xi'er is not such a person. Is there some misunderstanding?"

"What kind of sister? You treat her like a sister because of your kindness, but she doesn't treat you like a sister-in-law."

Huang Shiqing was very angry: "She just said that your relationship with Mr. Shang is just a boss and an employee. She doesn't take you seriously at all. She looks like a little vixen. I think she just wants to seduce-"

"Miss Huang!" Shang Ji suddenly said.

Huang Shiqing raised her head and met Shang Shang Ji's gaze. She was a little scared and subconsciously stepped back.

Shang Ji turned to look at Song Xier: "What's going on?"

Song Xier's expression remained unchanged: "I didn't push her."

"Obviously you were the one who pushed me." There were already many people around. Huang Shiqing would not admit that she hit someone even if she died: "Mr. Shang, don't be deceived by her. She was not like this just now. She I pretend so well in front of you, but actually——"

Shang Ji chuckled, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Miss Huang, do you think I don't trust my sister but trust you?"

His voice was slow and emotionless, but it gave people an inexplicable coldness.

Song Xi'er stood aside, her soft brows furrowed as she listened to Shang Ji talking about her sister.

She didn't like hearing this title, especially when it came from Shang Ji.

Although Shang Ji was protecting her, she was not happy at all.

Zhuang Lin smiled and said: "Shang Ji, Shi Qing didn't mean it like this. Look at her, she's so injured."

Shang Ji looked indifferent, and Nan Zijin came over to take a look and said "tsk": "This injury will probably be healed if the ambulance is delayed any longer."

Zhuang Lin: "..."

She didn't expect that Shang Ji and Nan Zijin would not give her any face on such an occasion.

Zhuang Lin lowered her eyes to hide the emotions in her eyes, raised her hand and pulled her friend's arm: "Shiqing, sister Xi'er is really not such a person, should I take you to the hospital first?"

"Linlin!" Huang Shiqing hated the fact that iron cannot become steel. Although she was afraid of Shang Ji, she still had the courage to speak: "Mr. Shang, Song Xi'er is an outsider and has nothing to do with you. Linlin will be your wife from now on."

"Song Xi'er is lying to you. She is completely different from what you see in private. No matter what, she is definitely not sincere to you, she is just pretending."

Huang Shiqing's voice got quieter as he talked about it, and in the end it was almost silent.

Shang Ji's face showed no expression, but the temperature around him was shockingly cold.

Nan Zijin glanced at it in surprise.

What sentence was this struck by?

Zhuang Lin saw that Shang Ji was angry and was about to say something when Shang Zhenglin got the news and hurried over.

He first looked at Song Xi'er and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that her clothes were only wet and there were no other injuries.

"Who said my daughter is an outsider?"

Shang Zhenglin looked at Huang Shiqing with an unhappy expression: "That's nonsense. Is this what your parents taught you?"

Shang Zhenglin always gave people a gentle impression, but now he also became angry.

"Xi'er is my daughter. Although her surname is not Shang, she is no different from my biological daughter."

Shang Zhenglin said and looked at Huang's mother aside: "Mrs. Huang, take care of your daughter. If you let me hear anything bad about Xi'er next time, I will never be polite."

Shang Zhenglin has little external importance and doesn't care much about the company's affairs. He can be regarded as the person with the least sense of presence in the business.

But no matter what, his surname is Shang!

Although Huang Mu was unwilling to give in, Shang Ji was still standing by, so she could only bear this breath.

All the people present today are respectable people. With such a shame, Huang's mother was too embarrassed to stay any longer. She was about to leave with her daughter, but Shang Ji spoke again: "Wait a minute."

Mother Huang turned around and saw Shang Ji looking at Song Xi'er who was standing aside.

"Apologise." His voice was neither high nor low, but it sent a chill down the spine of those who listened.

Huang Shiqing didn't want to speak, but was pulled by her mother.

She stared at Song Xi'er, and after several seconds she spoke reluctantly: "Yes..."

She was wearing eight-centimeter high-heeled shoes, which happened to step on the spilled wine. Suddenly, she sat down with a "chili" sound, and her back fell directly onto the debris on the ground.