"Dad, Dad, what's wrong with you?"
As Song Yiyi came downstairs, she was momentarily stunned. The entire hall was in disarray, with shattered things all over the floor. Even the chandelier above had been smashed. The scene was evidently intense.
She felt immensely grateful that she hadn't come out earlier; otherwise, if the other party had seen her beauty, who knows what they might have done.
"Zhong Xuan, don't scare me, Zhong Xuan."
Song Lingyu's shout snapped Song Yiyi back to reality. She quickly ran down and saw Lan Zhongxuan lying stiff on the floor, causing her heart to skip a beat. If Lan Zhongxuan were dead, then she wouldn't be a wealthy heiress anymore.
The thought of returning to a life of poverty, with no more beautiful clothes to wear or expensive jewelry, made Song Yiyi involuntarily resent Lan Zhongxuan. He was either unable to provide her a good life in the first place, or giving it and then leaving her anxious all the time. What a pathetic loser.
