Song Zhenye couldn't help but recall how, a few days ago, Song Qingge had drugged Wei Anning. Although it hadn't caused any substantial harm in the end, it still enraged Leng Youchen greatly.
This time, he had set his sights on Wei Anning, fearing Leng Youchen would not let him off easily.
He shook his head, "Qingge, the greatest help you and your mother can give me is to leave Beicheng."
Song Qingge looked at him with confusion. Even if the Song Corporation collapsed, they could rise again. Why did her father seem so desperate, hurrying them to leave in the face of disaster?
The secretary had booked a flight for seven o'clock in the evening. Song Zhenye personally packed luggage for both mother and daughter and handed a Swiss Bank token and the key to a safety deposit box to Lady Song.
