The Group Pet Sister Became the Petite Bag of the Powerful Minister

Song Jingxian felt as if he had been hit hard.

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

Suddenly.

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

He, Song Zhao, was more than eight years old, and almost watched the little girl grow up.

Except for grandma, he took her with him most of the time.

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

Song Jinfu's fair face was flushed red because of anger, and he said word by word, "I personally accompanied my little sister to collect the morning dew, and watched her take the medicine for a day. If you don't even believe me, you can ask the servants , there are so many people in the house, there is always someone who can give you the answer."

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

The rhetoric of Song Jinfu does not seem to be fake.

So that night, Song Zhao really came to make amends?

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

I can't tell what it's like in my heart, like knocking over a five-flavored bottle.

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

He wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked by a ball of sour cotton, and he couldn't say a word!

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

Immediately afterwards, a wailing sound resounded through the sky like a shocking cloud breaking through the sun, "My son!"

Everyone followed the sound.

Seeing a man and a woman in brocade clothes, leading a group of family members, they rushed in.

The woman ran in front of Chen Xiaoniang first, and slapped her face several times, "Well, you little whore, I will give you food and clothes for you, how dare you take my son to escape, hurry up and tell me!" go back!"

Chen Xiaoniang was stunned by several slaps, and when she came back to her senses, she was so frightened that she turned around and ran away, but the woman grabbed her hair and pulled her back.

"Ahhh!" Chen Xiaoniang let out a scream like killing a pig.

The man took the opportunity to snatch the baby from her arms, kissed and coaxed lovingly, "Hey, this is my son, I finally found my precious son."

"This is my child, give it back to me!" Chen Xiaoniang tried to snatch it regardless, but was dragged to the ground by the woman viciously, scratching and beating her.

This sudden change stunned everyone watching.

Someone recognized the identities of the couple, and duly expressed surprise, "Isn't this a big textile family in Lincheng? How can you say that the son of General Song's concubine is their son?"

Song Ting asked the man majesticly, "What are you bringing people to my general's residence to make trouble for?"

The man immediately knelt down, "In the words of General Song, Caomin is the owner of the Lincheng Textile Factory. A year ago, because Caomin's wife was barren, he bought this Chen's house to continue the incense for me. I hate Chen's pregnancy. He sneaked out of the mansion, making it easy for the grassroots to find!"

Every time he said a word, Xia Qingyao's mother and daughter's faces turned paler.

"Ridiculous!" Xia Qingyao scolded, and said with an unsteady breath, "Chen Xiaoniang is clearly Uncle Song's concubine, how could she become your housekeeper? This is the General's Mansion, how can you allow such a lowly businessman to talk nonsense , don’t get out right away.”

"Shut up." The old lady Song slammed her crutches on the ground, and looked at Xia Qingyao without anger, "You also know that this is the General's Mansion, when is it your turn to be the master?"

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