Song Yinyin gave a slight smile.
"Sorry to disappoint you, but my son and I are doing just fine. I'm back just to reclaim what belongs to me."
Jiang Lan frowned, "Your stuff? Song Yinyin, are you out of your mind? What do we have that belongs to you?"
"I know perfectly well what there is."
"I think you're just here to ask your dad for money!" Jiang Lan sneered.
Song Yinyin narrowed her distinctly black-and-white almond-shaped eyes and said, "That's right, I'm here to find my dad and get back the inheritance my grandpa left for me!"
Jiang Lan's face suddenly turned pale.
Before she could speak, Song Anqi also walked over.
"Mom, why are you wasting time with her? Just get someone to kick her out. Lu Jihan will be here soon, and we absolutely can't let him know I have such a disgraceful sister!"
Song Anqi tugged at Jiang Lan's sleeve, cursing without using a single rude word.
Then, she looked at Song Yinyin with disdain.
"What are you doing here? Still not enough embarrassment from back then? What, do you want everyone in the Imperial City to know what a slut you are?"
To Song Anqi's vulgar insults, Song Yinyin remained very calm.
However, her gaze grew colder and her tone was full of sarcasm.
"Don't worry, even if you invited me as a guest, I wouldn't want to stay long! Because the most filthy and disgusting people live here. But before I leave, you must return the inheritance my grandpa left for me!"
"Inheritance, what inheritance?"
Song Anqi felt baffled and looked back at Jiang Lan.
A trace of panic flashed across Jiang Lan's face, but she quickly covered it up.
She waved her hand and said, "Let her in."
Upon hearing this, Song Anqi grabbed Jiang Lan's arm, "Mom, do you really want to let her in?"
"What else should I do, let her stay at the door so that Lu Jihan bumps into her?"
"..." Song Anqi choked and said nothing.
Jiang Lan gave a look, and the servants led Song Yinyin into the living room.
After sitting down, Song Yinyin directly asked, "Where's Song Huaizhong? I want to see him."
"Song Yinyin, even if you have no manners, there should be a limit. He's your dad, how dare you call him by his name?"
Song Yinyin sneered coldly, "From the moment he divorced my mom and took my grandpa's old house and company, he was no longer my dad!"
Jiang Lan pursed her lips, her gaze turning colder.
She didn't expect, after six years, that the once frail and petite girl had become so sharp-tongued and astute.
How did she know that back then, Old Master Xiao had left her an inheritance?
Heaven knows how long Jiang Lan had whispered in Song Huaizhong's ear before he reluctantly transferred that inheritance in secret to Song Anqi's account, intending to use it as her dowry...
Now that Song Yinyin had come asking about it, things were likely to be exposed.
But Jiang Lan didn't plan to give the inheritance back; she decided to find an excuse to send Song Yinyin away.
With this in mind, she softened her gaze.
"Yinyin, your dad isn't here; he's on a business trip and will be back tomorrow. As for the inheritance you mentioned, I've never heard him mention it."
"Besides, if there really is such an inheritance, it's not something that can be resolved in a day or two. You wanting it back today is unlikely. How about we wait until your dad comes back, and we'll discuss it another day..."
In stark contrast to her previous attitude, Jiang Lan was all smiles as she said this.
But Song Yinyin knew all too well, if anyone mastered the art of 'smiling with a hidden knife,' Jiang Lan was definitely among the best.