All of a sudden, the atmosphere in the reception room plummeted, as the man standing there instantly became somber, his face darkening in an instant. Song Qiao did not know which of her words had directly hit his sore spot.
Seeing the man's face turning cold and harsh all of a sudden, his hand by his side clenched into a fist involuntarily, she could even hear the sound of his knuckles, and his whole body exuded an icy and bone-piercing chill.
The door to the reception room was opened again, and Song Qiao turned her head to see, only to be slightly stunned for a moment. She then let out a mocking laugh, and said to Xi Mohan, "Xi Mohan, isn't Ning Wan's disappearance just what you wanted? Sending so many people to look for her now, don't you feel a little sorry for your fiancée?"
