Song Ming has done a lot of work over the years, and his body could no longer withstand such a fall. He lay on the ground for a long time without responding.
Song Liu did not help him up, and even glared at him with disgust. When Lin Qiao saw this, she raised her eyebrows, it seemed they had suffered quite a bit.
Sigh, it wasn't in vain that she had slipped some silver to properly "entertain" them.
"Song Tingfan, you little bastard! I'll beat you to death!" Song Ming shouted, but he didn't get up.
People from next door and across the street came to see the commotion, Song Rong was furious, pointing at him and cursing, "You unfilial son, still unaware of your wrongdoing, today I'm going to beat some sense into you, beat you to death, you beast."
Seeing Song Rong about to rush up and hit him, Lin Qiao quickly pulled him back, "Grandpa, don't go, be careful with your health."
