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"I also have something to say -" Song Yanqing grabbed Song Huaijin's collar with one hand, bent his knees and pressed Song Huaijin's abdomen with fierce force, and beat the person out the door. His voice was still calm and watery, "Follow you explain."

"Song Yanqing!" Cheng Xuran stepped forward quickly and shouted, "Don't do it!"

Song Huaijin staggered to the ground with one knee, groaned, straightened up, frowned and covered her abdomen, looked at Song Yanqing's cold face under the light, and chuckled: "I'm angry, brother."

He smelled of alcohol, and Song Yanqing could smell it.

"Don't make me hit you again."

The smile on Song Huaijin's lips faded and disappeared, and he punched back with a vicious force.

"But I'm angry too."

Song Yanqing.

What the fuck-

After enduring it for so many years——

New Year's Eve.

The undercurrent is raging.

The old and mottled stairs could not withstand the force of the hands and cracked.

Cheng Jiaoxiao saw this scene when he came back. He stepped forward and pulled Song Huaijin up, frowning and shouting.

"Why are you so crazy about coming here?! Let's find Song Huaijin."

Song Huaijin swung his fist and hit Cheng Jiaoxiao on the face with one hand, breaking away from his grip. His usually gentle pupils were swaying, and his voice was fierce.

"Between me and Song Yanqing, please stop meddling in other people's business!"

Cheng Jiaoxiao didn't expect that Song Huaijin would dare to take action. He didn't dodge for a moment and received a punch. He wiped the corner of his mouth with his finger and became angry.

"Minding your own business? You fucking Song Huaijin. Song Yanqing's business is my business. You try to do something to him again!"

"Let him continue." Song Yanqing twitched the corner of his mouth, "Let me see what he wants to do tonight."

The scene was chaotic for a while.

"This is incredible! This is incredible!" The grandmother in the hotel shouted at the top of her lungs with her face trembling.

"Call the police! I want to call the police!"

Song Huaijin was obviously out of control tonight. Maybe it was because the bright Spring Festival couplets in Yuncheng were too red, the family reunions from other families were too dazzling, or maybe the injustice over the years had turned into unwilling anger under the influence of alcohol.

Then I vented my madness with Song Yanqing and felt so happy that I didn’t even think about picking up the fruit knife on the bedside table next to me——

"Song Yanqing!!" I don't know who is shouting.

It's all chaos.

"Stop!! Stop!!" Lin Weizhen rushed over and stood in front of Song Huaijin, in disbelief, "Song Huaijin, you are crazy!"

"Bang!" There was a loud sound.

Someone raised a stool and hit Song Huaijin on the back with all his strength.

Blood flowed out.

The man tilted his head and smiled lazily.

"Hey, buddy, why are you bringing a knife with you in a fight? This is immoral."

Blood dripped onto Lin Weizhen's hands. Lin Weizhen's eyes changed from horror to fear. She hugged Song Huaijin tremblingly and raised her head to see the woman in front of her: "How could you -"

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

Even the shouting grandma’s eyes widened.

"It's over, it's over."

"Qiao Ranyu!" Grandma shouted, her voice trembling with anger, "You are going to jail!!"

"Oh, mother-in-law, it's not nothing, it's just a minor injury."

Qiao Ranyu raised her head.

Look at Song Yanqing and the others.

He straightened his back.

Joking knowingly.

"You guys are going too far in this store where I work. Are you ruining the place? Who can I turn to if I lose my job?"

Cheng Jiaoxiao stopped talking.

Extremely quiet.

Look at Qiao Ranyu.

That kind of gaze is like weighing a thousand pounds and can crush a person's pride at any time. Qiao Ranyu breathed out lightly: "I haven't eaten the instant noodles yet..."