Song Qingge was completely bewildered, looking from one person to the next, "What secret vault are you talking about, and who has been kidnapped? I don't understand at all."
Song Zhenye glared at Leng Youchen with fury, "Wife? Leng Youchen, have you ever searched your conscience and asked yourself if Wei Anning is truly your wife? She's nothing but a stand-in. You betrayed Qingge's feelings for the sake of a stand-in, how can she be innocent?"
Song Qingge's eyes widened as she listened, becoming increasingly confused.
Leng Youchen's gaze turned sinister, realizing that Wei Anjing's appearance was indeed related to this old fox. He raised his hand to smooth out a crease on his sleeve, his knuckles turning pale with tension, "Her status is for me to decide. Touch her, and you will pay the price!"
