Song Qizheng had long been aware of his eldest son's temperament, but at this moment, his face still looked grim.
Coming in and demanding people directly, where did he put him in his eyes?
Song Qizheng didn't speak, and beside him, Madam Rong softly and cautiously said, "Xian, you've just come back. If you have anything to say, speak to your father properly. We're all family. Everything will be fine once it's cleared up."
Song Xian ignored Madam Rong and said coldly to Song Qizheng, "Hand her over to me. As long as she's okay, I won't implicate the innocent."
Not implicating the innocent means not taking advantage of the situation, but those involved will not be spared.
Song Qizheng's face became even darker, and Madam Rong beside him was also frightened, pursing her lips and not daring to speak.
The father and son stared at each other silently until Song Xian finally ordered, "Go find her."
