It was midnight, and Song Yao, who had not yet slept in the boudoir, was sitting in the room with two slender willow eyebrows tightly clumped on her forehead, and her face was full of worry. As time passed by, he still did not see Yingliu. The guy brought the good news back, and gradually felt a bad premonition in his heart.

Chunhua, who was standing beside her, only showed the anxious expression on Song Yao's face, closing her mouth, as if she wanted to persuade her, but after hesitating for a long time, she didn't say anything to her mouth.

At this moment, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside the door. The footsteps went from far to near. After hearing this sound, a smile appeared on his face, and then he hurriedly walked to the door and opened the door. However, when he saw the person standing outside the door, he was stunned as if he was struck by lightning.

His eyes widened, and a look of surprise appeared on his face, "Father, how could it be you..."

No matter what, he never expected that Song Changhe would come to his room at this time, and the strong feeling of uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense. It was vaguely possible that Song Changhe knew what he was doing.

Therefore, he was inevitably a little guilty and lowered his head in disappointment, not daring to look directly at Song Changhe's cold face.

Song Changhe had two hands behind his back, thrusting his belly as tall as clothes, his face was as frosty as ice. He walked directly past Song Yao without saying a word, and walked straight into the room. Then his two cold eyes fell on Chunhua's body. Chunhua's eyes met the two gazes, and her whole body trembled violently. A cold air surged from behind, and the cold sweat on her face kept slipping down like a fountain.

Chunhua couldn't help but scream in secret, then her legs bent and she fell to her knees in front of Song Changhe. Her voice mixed with more swallowing sounds kept knocking and begging: "The head of the family is all villains..."

Upon hearing this, Song Changhe snorted coldly in his breath, and looked down at Chunhua kneeling in front of him with a condescending look. He was covered in a cold air and asked, "Do you know where you are wrong?"

Chunhua didn't know what to say for a moment, and she didn't know if the thing Song Yao did could be revealed. The reason why he fell to the ground was because of his humble identity. He raised his head timidly and looked at Song Yao standing beside him, but Song Yao was also confused. Song Changhe's sudden arrival also made him not know how to deal with it.

Chunhua didn't know what to say, so she opened her mouth and stuttered for a long time, but still didn't say a word.

But at the same time, Song Changhe had no patience in his heart. He held his hands behind him angrily, and then a gust of wind flew out from behind him. In an instant, he heard a whistling sound in the room, leaving Chunhua and Song Yao unprepared.

Bang--

The wind swept across Chunhua's body, and only a muffled sound could be heard. Chunhua's delicate body flew backwards in the air and hit the walls of the room heavily. The force was really not light, and the whole room was trembling intuition.

Chunhua felt that her muscles and bones were broken, and she fell to the ground. The blood in her mouth kept gushing out. Her hands tightly covered her chest, and then she said with gratitude: "Thank you, the head of the family...for not killing!"

After seeing the scene in front of him, Song Yao suddenly pulled out of the moment of confusion, and then hurriedly walked forward to stop him and said, "Father, what are you doing? Chunhua is my maid, and he did nothing!"
Chapter completed!