"I will not ask him for anything, Miss Liang, please go back," Sang Qiao said with a calm expression.
Liang Mengyun forced a smile, looking at her puzzled, "Why? You hate him so much, you don't plan to forgive him, right? Making him marry a woman he doesn't love is torture for him, and it would also benefit the Sang Family. What's not to like?"
"I do not plan to forgive him, but I wouldn't say I hate him either, and the Sang Family's affairs don't need the Liang family's involvement."
Sang Qiao briefly lifted her eyelids, her gaze settling on her with a chilly demeanor.
"You really don't give him any chance, nor are you willing to help me. Sang Qiao, consider it as though I owe you a favor, okay?" Liang Mengyun was somewhat abject.
She thought that as long as she could be with Sang Shen, she would treat Sang Qiao very well in the future, remembering her kindness for a lifetime.
"Sorry, Miss Liang, please return," Sang Qiao remained unmoved, uncompromising.
