Chapter 97: 100

"Father, don't worry, I've already found out that the food for the disaster relief was done by my second uncle and has nothing to do with my father." Song Qing interrupted him.

Song Qian'an was shocked: "Have you visited your second uncle?"

"Well, grandma said that tomorrow she will take the second uncle to the Yamen to surrender, and then dad can come out."

Hearing this, Song Qianan was stunned for a while.

Mother will lead Song Cheng to surrender?

No, they finally designed it, how could they surrender themselves.

"A-Qing, go back now and bring Wushuang back to the capital immediately." Song Qi'an panicked.

No one knew Song Cheng and his mother better than him. Their hearts were too cruel, and A-Qing was definitely no match.

"I won't go, I want to watch my second uncle be punished with my own eyes."

"Confused, you are confused. Their hearts are like snakes and scorpions. You can't fight them. It's okay if Dad is dead, but I can't let you fall into their hands anymore. Listen to what Dad says, find Wushuang and leave quickly." Song Qi'an felt like Like a mirror.

"Wu Shuang, Wu Shuang, Dad only has Wu Shuang in his heart, does Dad still remember that I have a younger sister?" Song Qing couldn't bear it anymore.

Let her take Wushuang to the capital, what about Yiran?
He didn't mention Yiran from the beginning to the end. Suddenly, she seemed to understand Yiran's mood.

Song Qi'an was taken aback again, thinking that Song Yiran was silent, he said after a while, "Yiran and your mother will be fine, the Song family is only targeting Wushuang."

"Don't you know why the Song family targeted Wushuang's father? Yiran is your daughter. If you cared for her half as much as Wushuang, she would not be like this now."

Although Song Qing was chilling towards Yi Ran, it was because of Yu Wushuang that she became like that.

"A-Qing, you don't understand, Yiran..." Song Qian'an didn't know how to speak to his daughter in the middle of speaking.

Song Qing's complexion was very bad, and his voice was a bit cold: "Father, don't worry about Wushuang, she is not what she used to be, and I have already let her leave the Song family."

"What?" Song Qian'an hit him dizzily like a blow to the head.

"She left the Song family, and has nothing to do with the Song family anymore."

"You...you're confused." Song Qian took two unsteady steps, leaning against the wall with a pale face.

"It's you who are confused, Dad, I hope you will treat Yiran better after you go out." Song Qing pushed the food box and said: "These are what Dad likes to eat."

"A-Qing, you...you still can't see the situation clearly, don't just listen to daddy..."

"Father, I'm going back. I'll pick you up tomorrow." Song Qing didn't continue listening, turned around and left the cell quickly.

Song Qian'an grabbed the prison door and gradually slid to the ground.

His daughter has seen too few things. Although her practice is better, she still can't beat people's hearts, and she loses because of people's hearts.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the breeze is blowing.

After the self-cultivation people in Lingshan Town came down from Lingshan, the silence on Lingshan was restored, and even the weather with no distinction of four seasons for nearly a year also returned to the past.

This change made the people in Lingshan Town extremely happy. Regardless of the seasons, the fields around Lingshan Mountain were almost useless. If not for the many dignitaries and dignitaries who flocked to Lingshan Town, the people would really be unable to live.

"Song Qian'an will be beheaded."

A shout exploded in the bustling street.

"What? True or false?"

"Really, the government has just announced the verdict, and the notices have been posted."

"How could it be, Patriarch Song is a kind person, how could he embezzle disaster relief?"

(End of this chapter)

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