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n“Mom, I love the food you make. Can you cook for me more in the future?”

nFang Yueqiu was first startled. She then nodded constantly with a smile as she burst into tears of joy.

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n“Of course. I’ll make whatever you like for you in the future. As long as you like eating, I’ll make your favorite dishes for you for the rest of my life.”

nSeeing the mother and son, who were hugging in relief without barriers, Song Zhuohai and Old Master Song both showed a grateful and pleased smile.

nHowever, Song Zhuolan and her son were completely different.

nSong Zhuolan had spent so much effort all these years to make the Song family have no successors, allowing the family to fall into her son’s hands.

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nHowever, once Song Zixuan returned, the Song family would become his and would have nothing to do with her son.

nThis was something Song Zhuolan didn’t want to see.

nUnder the influence of his mother for so many years, Ye Nanbo had gradually taken it for granted that everything in the Song family had become his own.

nAnd now, everything he thought he had was suddenly gone. His mood could be imagined.

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n“The two of you can get out of the Song family now. You’ll have nothing to do with the Song family from now on.”

nSong Zhuohai looked at Song Zhuolan and her son coldly as he said extremely clearly word by word, “But don’t you think that I’ll let you go just like that. My mother’s death, the suffering my son has gone through.

n“And everything the Song family has endured. I’ll settle the score with you one by one! Get out of here!”

nThere was conclusive evidence, which confirmed that everything was done by Song Zhuolan.

nSong Zhuolan also leaked some information and indirectly admitted that she killed Old Lady Song. However, Song Zhuohai couldn’t go through legal procedures.

nThis was now the era of scientific development. This evidence was feudal superstition and wasn’t recognized by the law.

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nSo, even if Song Zhuohai knew Song Zhuolan did that, he could only let her and her son go right now.

nAnd yet, with the power of the Song family, there were plenty of ways to take revenge in the future!

nYe Nambo looked defeated and dared not to say anything else.

nBecause even though he knew his mother might have done something, he had no idea what she did turned out to be such a thing.

nUnder an unclear situation, he would only make things worse if he kept talking.

nSo, he would rather leave now and ask his mother about it clearly when they went back before coming up with a solution.

nYe Nambo thought so, but Song Zhuolan didn’t think so at all.

nHearing what Song Zhuohai had said, she was in full blown panic.

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n“No, Brother, you can’t do this. I’m your sister! Dad, Dad! Help me!”

nSong Zhuolan wanted to grab Old Master Song’s hand emotionally, but Song Zixuan stood in her way.

n“Get out of my way!”

nSong Zhuolan had always thought that Song Zixuan took the things that belonged to her son, so there was a trace of hatred in her eyes when she looked at Song Zixuan.

n“Do you understand human language? My Dad has already asked you to leave. Get out of the Song family. Do you understand?”

nSong Zixuan certainly noticed the resentment in her eyes, and he only felt extremely ridiculous.

nHe was the one who was miserably framed and Song Zhuolan, the person who framed him, even hated him?

nIf that wasn’t ridiculous, what was?

n“Come, kick them out of here!”

nWhen Old Master Song saw that Song Zhuolan still wasn’t changing and didn’t feel sorry at this moment, anger burnt in his heart and he immediately asked someone to kick them out.

nSong Zhuolan widened her eyes in disbelief, “Dad! Dad, I’m your daughter. How can you do this to me?

n“I really don’t know anything about what Brother said just then. I really have no idea, Dad. You have to believe me!”

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