Chapter 627
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Mr. Song froze, feeling remorseful …
How could he forget that both An Xiaxia's birth mother and adoptive mother had passed away …
But he was too angry. To him, An Xiaxia must have said something to Yin Qinghan. That was why Yin Qinghan pushed Song Qinghan into the sea!
This was a matter of life and death!
"Xiaxia …" Mr. Song sighed. "Be honest. As long as you apologize to Qingwan sincerely, I can forgive you."
An Xiaxia was shocked by his saintly attitude. How could he ask her to apologize so matter-of-factly?
"I didn't do anything wrong. Why should I apologize?"
Mr. Song's eyes were filled with anger. "How could you … You!"
An Xiaxia lifted her skirt. She did not want to talk to him anymore and was about to leave.
"Stop right there!" Mr. Song shouted.
An Xiaxia could not take it anymore. She turned around and walked towards Mr. Song.
There was a desk between them. She slammed the desk. "Are you done?! Was he suffering from paranoia? It's your daughter who's against me! I didn't do anything and I have to take the blame? Isn't there a surveillance camera on the yacht? Can't you check it first and ask questions after you know the truth?! "
Mr. Song had been in the business world for many years. No one dared to be presumptuous in front of him. An Xiaxia's outburst stunned him.
An Xiaxia puffed her cheeks in anger. Suddenly, there were two cracking sounds in the room.
She looked at the table in horror. Could it be that she had broken the table because she had cultivated the Iron Palm?
Oh my god! The desk looked expensive … Could she afford to pay for it?
However, the scene in front of her shocked her.
It was not the desk that was broken. She had triggered a mechanism on the desk. The transparent glass window was replaced by a painting.
It was an exquisite oil painting. It was comparable to a photograph. It was a classic and gentle woman. Her smile was bright and moving. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
The scariest thing was that she looked exactly like her …
F * ck! Was Mr. Song a pervert? Why would he have a painting of her?!
An Xiaxia wanted to curse out loud, but she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.
No … The person in the painting was not her. It was Zhong Le …
It was her mother …
But why would Mr. Song have a painting of her mother? And in such a hidden place?
Could it be that Mr. Song wasn't looking at the sea, but was actually looking at this painting?
Thinking of this, An Xiaxia felt her hair stand on end. She felt disgusted for no reason.
"You … Why do you have my mother's portrait?" An Xiaxia asked with great effort. Mr. Song's expression changed drastically. He pressed the button on the table again and the portrait was raised.
He pressed the phone on the desk. "Someone!"
After a while, a few bodyguards in black suits rushed in and greeted him respectfully, "Mr. Song!"
"Take her out!" Mr. Song lost his usual demeanor and rudely ordered the bodyguards to take An Xiaxia away.
An Xiaxia wanted to ask again, but someone covered her mouth. She could only stare with her eyes wide open as Mr. Song walked further and further away from her …
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Song Qinwan's birthday party was ruined. When An Xiaxia was escorted out by the bodyguards, many guests had already left.
Yin Ruge hurriedly came over and said, "Hey, what's going on? Let go of her! "
The bodyguards let go of her. An Xiaxia's expression was terrible. She grabbed Yin Ruge. "Sister Ruge, give me my phone … I want to call my brother …"
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