Jiang Yue's eyes dimmed slightly, her gaze holding a hint of melancholy as she looked up in defense of Wang Lan, "Auntie, you are Song Ling's biological mother, and five hundred million yuan means nothing to him. How could he make you sign a contract?"
Wang Lan's eyes sparkled as she looked at Jiang Yue. Her hands tightly gripped Jiang Yue's, and she excitedly said, "Yueyue, you are the only one who cares for your auntie. You're infinitely better than that cunning woman Gu Dai. By the way, you and Song Ling are getting married next month. Have you chosen your wedding dress yet?"
A look of dejection spread across Jiang Yue's face.
Seeing Jiang Yue like this, Wang Lan asked with concern, "What's wrong? Is Song Ling not cooperating with you? Just tell your auntie, and I'll call him and scold him right now."