Liang Dashan was so angry at the two that he just rolled his eyes. He simply finished all the shooting tasks for today and simply threw away the script and said, "Okay, let's call it a day."
When they heard the work was done, everyone cheered, packed up and left.
Song Qiao was naturally happy to be able to go back early to accompany Qiqi. She packed her things and walked out briskly. As soon as she reached the door, she was blocked by someone.
She looked at the person in front of her warily, "Who are you?"
Standing in front of Song Qiao was a man who looked to be in his early thirties. He had a plain-looking appearance that would be forgotten at a glance, but he was full of aura and had a fierce murderous intention.
The man turned sideways and pointed back with his hand, "My husband invites you to come over. You have something to talk about."
Song Qiao looked in the direction he was pointing and saw that it was a car that he had never seen before. He suddenly felt uneasy and took half a step back calmly, "Sorry, I don't know you, so I don't have anything to say."
The man remained unmoved, but turned slightly to reveal the knife on his waist, "Miss Song, I hope you won't be punished with a toast."
It seemed that she had to be taken there.
Song Qiao knew that the other party was not a good person, so she looked around with her peripheral vision, but soon the man noticed something was wrong and stepped forward to block her appraising gaze.
"You'd better not try any tricks, otherwise I won't be able to guarantee your safety." His voice became cold, as if he was ready to take action at any time.
Even the chance to ask for help on the spot was eliminated. Song Qiao had no choice but to follow his instructions and walk in the direction of the car.
She slowed down and put her hand into the bag. Within a few seconds, a man's hand suddenly stretched out from the thorn and firmly controlled her wrist.
The huge strength almost squeezed Song Qiao's wrist, which was about to break. She let out a cry of pain, waved her hand, took out a pack of tissues and dropped it to the ground. The man lowered his head, a little surprised.
Song Qiao seemed to be very angry at his sudden action. He stretched out his hand to push and cursed angrily, "There's something wrong with you. I just wanted to wipe my hands with a tissue. It's okay to do anything."
"Believe it or not, I'll kill you all and no one will be able to live well?"
The man's eyes fell on her bag, he hesitated for a moment, and then lowered his voice and said, "Be honest and don't play tricks."
Song Qiao was so angry that he kicked his calf, turned around and continued walking in the direction of the car. Song Qiao didn't have any strength left in this kick, and he frowned in pain from the kick.
The man stared at Song Qiao's back, but he restrained himself from making a move.
Song Qiao had been secretly observing his reaction. When he saw this, he still felt uneasy. His expression just now didn't seem like he had any scruples, but more like he was waiting to settle the scores.
Sweat instantly broke out in her palms, but she had no choice but to fire the arrow, so she could only open the car door with anxiety.
The moment her eyes saw the people sitting in the car, Song Qiao seemed to have seen some absurd joke. Why didn't she expect that the person inside would be Rong's father.
After all, she had already become enemies with Rong Luoyin and Hao Xuemei, so it was only natural that he should take action to punish her, a disobedient little star.
Song Qiao slowly bent down and got into the car.
The moment the car door closed, the car immediately drove away. She looked at the rapidly reversing scenery outside the window, and her expression gradually calmed down.
She looked at Father Rong, even with a faint smile on her lips, "Mr. Rong, why are you looking for me?"
Rong's father's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a bit of shrewdness. He looked at Song Qiao from the inside out and asked, "Do you know me?"
"Of course." Song Qiao admitted frankly, "I have had conflicts with your wife and daughter. It would be too false to pretend that I don't know you right now."
"You are very honest." Father Rong nodded.
Song Qiao didn't respond and waited quietly for him to continue.
When Rong's father saw this, he secretly felt that the person in front of him was really scheming. It was no wonder that his wife and daughter would fall into trouble at her hands, but that was the case, and she had to pay the price.
People from the Rong family are not that easy to touch.
"Now that I know, I won't beat around the bush today." Father Rong said, "Some time ago, you plotted against them. I'm here to clear the ledger today. I'm sure Miss Song won't refuse."
"After all, it is natural to pay back debts, right?"
Song Qiao almost laughed in front of him. He actually said such a high-sounding reason. From the beginning to the end, it was Rong Luoyin who provoked him first.
"Mr. Rong, you really interpret the three words 'shameless' vividly." Song Qiao paused at the last four words.
This completely tore off the pretense of the brief peace between them.
Father Rong's expression suddenly changed, and he stared at Song Qiao with a fierce gaze. He said meaningfully, "Little girl, if you speak harshly now, don't regret it later."
Song Qiao leaned back and said, "Even if I say nice words to you now, there will still be no good consequences later, so why let you appreciate my embarrassed appearance."
"That's not necessarily the case." Rong's father said.
Even now, he still wants to deceive her. If Song Qiao hadn't already known what kind of virtue their family is, I'm afraid he would really be deceived now.
Thinking of all the things she had experienced in the past, the hatred in Song Qiao's heart surged like lava, ready to pour out at any moment and burn her blood.
She smiled sarcastically and said mercilessly, "It's enough to deceive a three-year-old child with such words. Since Mr. Rong can have such a wicked and shameless wife and daughter, how can you be any better yourself?"
"As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, and I believe there is nothing wrong with my judgment."
Father Rong's face turned black with anger at her words. He almost instantly thought of those photos of Hao Xuemei that were reported by the news media a few days ago.
In his opinion, Song Qiao was clearly using this to mock him.
"It seems that you are bent on seeking death?" He couldn't even stabilize his most basic emotions, and his voice began to fluctuate.
Song Qiao leaned against the door, "Not really, but can Mr. Rong let me down now?"
Father Rong sneered, "Don't even think about it."
Song Qiao felt that talking to him was useless, so she shut up and leaned against the car door, watching him warily until the car arrived at its destination. The man who had just forced Song Qiao into the car came over, opened the car door, and pulled her out.
Staggering, Song Qiao stood firm and looked at the surrounding environment. It turned out to be a community, with people coming and going around, and it seemed very lively.
But before she could see clearly where she was, she was pushed hard on the back and said, "Go in."
Song Qiao stumbled forward two steps and walked slowly inside.
Unfortunately, the people behind her didn't give her any chance to delay. Seeing that she was too slow, they grabbed her arm and walked quickly inside, dragging Song Qiao so hard that she almost fell to the ground.
"Let go, I will leave by myself!" she shouted angrily.
