"Get out of the way!" Lu Jihan shouted angrily, his voice even colder.
But Jiang Lan held tightly onto his leg, refusing to get up.
Lu Jihan furrowed his brows, looking up at Uncle Rong nearby, and said, "Uncle Rong, drag her away!"
"I won't! Mr. Lu, please, let our Song Family off, after all, our old Song is Yinyin's father!"
"Heh, father? How about you tell me when did Song Huaizhong ever consider Yinyin his daughter? And you, have you ever treated Yinyin well? If you had any conscience, you shouldn't have sent Yinyin abroad all alone when she was pregnant with Dabai!"
Lu Jihan gritted his teeth as he spoke, his face full of anger.
"Uncle Rong, what are you standing there for? Quickly have her thrown out!" He was extremely angry, glaring at Uncle Rong.
Uncle Rong didn't dare to delay, hurriedly called two servants, and had Jiang Lan dragged away from in front of Lu Jihan in a very sorry state.
