Song Yaoyao was amused. Her eyes darkened. âIf I know nothing. What about you? Apart from complaining about others, what do you know?â
As she spoke, she started approaching.
âI worked hard to drag him back from the brink of death. Did I do that so you could kick him around like a sandbag?â
Zhou Manli saw Song Yaoyaoâs eyes and felt a little scared. Her throat began to hurt. âHe is my son. I would never hurt him.â
âHa, are you worthy of being a mother?â Song Yaoyao laughed in disdain. She glanced at Zhou Manli and threatened, âDo you want me to drag you out? Or will you leave on your own? Huh?â
The risk of death overwhelmed her again. Zhou Manliâs throat began to hurt. âSong Yaoyao, youâre quite capable now, arenât you?â
Song Yaoyao shrugged arrogantly. âWho told you to dislike me but not have the ability to get rid of me?â
This was the honest truth. Zhou Manli was speechless. Her feelings for this daughter were complex. She was afraid of her, but she also hated her.
âNow, tell your people to leave the same way that they arrived. Song Wenchuan is staying here; heâs not going anywhere!â
Song Yaoyao narrowed her eyes, pointed her finger, and her voice was cold.
If Song Wenchuan was the same as the rest of the Song Family, Song Yaoyao would not care about his life and death. But...
When it came to this matter, she had to get involved!
âDo you want him to be in a vegetative state forever? This hospital wonât be able to save him!â Zhou Manli screamed.
Song Yaoyao ignored her. âHuo Jiu, help me throw her out.â
Huo Jiu nodded. âYes, Miss Song.â
Because Song Yaoyao always attracted trouble, Huo Yunque allocated Huo Jiu to her and let her order him around as she liked.
âYou wouldnât dare!â
Song Yaoyao was amused. âLetâs just watch and see!â
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âDonât let me see you here again; otherwise...â she narrowed her eyes threateningly.
âLet me go! You piece of trash! You deserve to die...â Zhou Manli ignored her own image and fought, while the hospital treated her like a joke.
Everyone knew by now that Mrs. Song was abnormal! Her son was in this state, but rather than letting him recover in peace, she was trying to force him overseas for treatment.
Did she think he was living too long? Wasnât she afraid that he would lose his life as soon as he boarded the plane?
What a joke!
Wei Yuanfan sighed and spoke even more politely to Song Yaoyao, âMiss Song, itâs lucky you were here.â
Song Yaoyao smiled sweetly and retrieved her arrogance. âYouâre being too polite. Uncle Wei, you can just call me by my name. I will have to trouble you to take care of my brother from now on. Thank you.â
âNo trouble at all.â
Wei Yuanfan quickly waved his hand and sighed.
How could two people from the same mother be so different?
âIâll go check on him.â
Wei Yuanfan quickly nodded his head. âIâll take you.â
After a busy day, Song Yaoyao finally remembered about Meng Qiqi on the way home.
Only God knew how Meng Qiqiâs day passed; she was already on the brink of a breakdown. She didnât tell a single person about Luo Xinguangâs voice message and the 50 autographs that Song Yaoyao had.
Although she was really happy, she respected their privacy.
Now that she had received a voice message from Luo Xinguang, she no longer had any regrets in life.
If she simply received a message from a voice that sounded like her idol, she may have suspected that it was an imposter. But combined with the thick stack of autographs that Song Yaoyao showed her...