Song Sishen: "Enough, Song Sizhi."
"I'm so angry! All my life, I, Song Sizhi, have suffered from being poor and have borne the slights of rich people," lamented Song Sizhi persistently.
Jiang Muwan stood to one side, apparently gleaning something from Song Sizhi's laments and glanced at Gu Jiangnian who was entering the study.
Looking at Song Sizhi, Wenwen asked gently, "I bought you a bag, do you want it?"
"Yes!" Decisive, firm, and powerful.
She felt aggrieved, but she still wanted the bag.
Thus, a heart-wrenching drama came to an end, as Song Manman used a bag to silence Song Sizhi's laments.
"Mei Qiong came to our house," Song Sizhi said, as she dug out the junk food she brought over. She tore open the packaging and sat cross-legged next to Jiang Muwan, murmuring leisurely.
"What did she say?" Jiang Muwan reached out, added a chip to her mouth.
"She came to apologize."
"Really?" Jiang Muwan asked.
"She did apologize," Song Sishen added.
