"Madam Gu!" Faced with so many unusual gazes, the obasan across didn't care about losing face, but Song Qiao's skin wasn't that thick. She didn't wait for Madam Gu to start her long spiel; Song Qiao directly interrupted her, striving to suppress her own impulses and coldly said: "Please mind your language!"
Madam Gu's words had already crossed her bottom line. If it weren't for the fact that she's an elder, Song Qiao would definitely have slapped her in an instant!
The young lady of the Song Family?
If she had a choice, she definitely wouldn't want to be the young lady of the Song Family, let alone have that kind of father!
