"Miss Song, you should know why I asked you to come here today without me having to say it," the lady at the cafe window seat looked at the girl opposite her with undisguised scorn on her face and spoke indifferently, "As a smart person, Miss Song, let's not beat around the bush. I'll give you one hundred thousand as a breakup fee from my son. Leave him and don't ever appear in front of him again, and certainly don't disturb his life!"
And the one sitting opposite her was Song Qiao, dressed in a loose shirt and jeans. From the way they were dressed, along with the tone and words of the wealthy lady, anyone's first impression would be that of Cinderella and the mother of a wealthy family heir!
Song Qiao sat on the sofa chair, and as soon as she heard the words of the wealthy lady, her half-closed eyes immediately opened wide, her red lips parted slightly, and she savored those words, "One hundred thousand?"
