Song Jingxiu was hit hard.

It took two seconds to digest what Song Jinfu said, and his eyes, which had always been indifferent and unmoving, shook lightly.

Suddenly.

The tip of his tongue licked the corner of his lips and sneered coldly, "How is it possible... Third brother, you even want to speak for Song Zhao, you have to make up a decent reason."

He was over eight years old and almost watched the little girl grow up.

Except for grandmother, he often brought her with her.

No one knows Song Zhao better than him. When he endured her illness, she ignored her. How could she boil medicine for him and take care of him all night?

Song Jinfu's fair face showed a thin red color due to anger, saying word by word, "I personally accompanied my younger sister to collect the morning dew. Looking at the medicine she had been boiling for a day, if you don't even believe me, you can ask the servants. The mansion is full of people and there is always someone who can give you an answer."

Song Jingxian's pupils shrank slightly, and his cold white fingertips curled up slightly.

Song Jinfu's words do not seem to be fake.

So that night, did Song Zhao really come to atone for his sins?

Did she finally realize her mistake and start making up for him?

I can't tell what my heart feels like, like knocking over a five-flavor bottle.

Song Jing looked at Song Zhao with a complicated expression, his expression not as angry as he was at the beginning.

He wanted to say something, but his throat felt like it was blocked by a sour soaked cotton, and he couldn't even say a word!

At the same time, the sound of messy footsteps came from a distance.

Immediately afterwards, a wailing sound of thousands of twists and turns resounded like a terrifying cloud breaking through the sky, "My son!"

Everyone looked in the voice.

I saw a pair of men and women in gorgeous clothes and erected themselves and rushed in with a large number of servants.

The woman ran to Chen Xiaoniang first and slapped her in the face a few times, "Oh, you little prostitute, I will give you food and clothing. How dare you take my son to escape, hurry up and go back with me!"

Chen Xiaoniang was stunned by several slaps. After coming to her senses, she turned around and was about to run away, but the woman grabbed her hair and pulled it back.

"Ahhhh!" Chen Xiaoniang let out a scream like a pig slaughtering.

The man took the opportunity to take over the cradle in her arms, kissed and coaxed her, "Be good, this is my son, I finally found my baby son."

"This is my child, you give me back my child!" Chen Xiaoniang ignored her and wanted to rob her, but was pulled to the ground by the woman, and she grabbed and beat her.

This sudden change made everyone stunned.

Someone recognized the identity of the man and woman and was surprised and surprised at the right time, "Isn't this a wealthy textile family in Lincheng? How could he say that General Song's concubine's son is their son?"

Song Bing asked the man majestic, "What are you bringing people to my general's mansion?"

The man immediately knelt down, "When General Song said, Cao Min is the boss of Lincheng Textile Farm. A year ago, because Cao Min's wife could not have children, she bought this Chen family to continue the incense for me. It's a pity that Chen had escaped from the mansion after she became pregnant, which made it easy for Cao Min to find her!"

Every time he said a word, Xia Qingyao and his daughter's face turned pale.

"Absurd!" Xia Qingyao shouted and said unsteadily, "Xiao Niang Chen is clearly Uncle Song's concubine, how could she become your wife? This is the General's Mansion, so how can you, a lowly merchant, behave like a slutty merchant, get out immediately."
Chapter completed!