C99 (1/2)

Because of her curiosity, An Shengxia drove the car to keep up with Quan Yao.

In the living room of the Song Residence:

”If it wasn't for you, your sister wouldn't have died in the past. What are you still doing back then? Go, I'll treat you like a daughter!” A woman in her forties pushed at Song September on the stairs.

”Mom!” My sister's death has nothing to do with me, how could I have killed her? ”

Song Jiuchen returned home expectantly, but was chased out instead. He was crying so hard that his throat turned hoarse.

After being pushed back so ruthlessly, his back bumped into a vase on the railing. His forehead started to bleed, making him look extremely frightening.

Ridiculous! They were both mother's daughters. Her elder sister's death had become her fault!

”Scram, you scram!” Even when she saw that Song Jiuxin was injured, the woman did not stop. Instead, she tugged at her hair and viciously beat her, pushing her down to the floor below.

His hair was messy and his collar was loose. Song September covered his neck with her hands and fell to the ground miserably, ”Mom, did you drink again? I'm your daughter too. Why do you think that I'm the one who harmed your sister? That's not fair!”

”You still dare to talk back, don't you?” The woman raised her hand, her palm brushing heavily against Song Jiu's face.

Having his face slapped away, Song Jiu only felt dizzy. It could be seen how heavy the attack of a woman was.

He kept coughing as he lay on the ground, his tears almost flowing. ”Mom, please believe me, I really didn't do it!”

”September. You should leave. Every time I see you, I think of my wife's death. Sorry, I can't accept you …” The man sitting on the sofa suddenly stood up and frantically grabbed Song Jiu's hand.

”Brother-in-law, my mother has become muddle-headed. But now, even you don't trust me?” Song Jiu hugged himself painfully as he received the consequences of the defection of all his friends and relatives.

She just went home and no one welcomed her.

Even during the years she was unconscious, no one cared about her life or death. If it weren't for Quan Yao, she might have already lost her life.

”Do you have to make me die to believe that my sister's death has nothing to do with me?” He stood up stubbornly and pointed at everyone in the living room.

”Someone, bring the Second Miss' luggage downstairs and throw it out.” The woman was so angry that she didn't want to see Song Jiu's face again.

”Why are you doing this?” The middle-aged man could no longer bear to watch any further.

”I don't have such a vicious daughter!” The woman gritted her teeth, ”She is a lost star. Not only did she kill her own sister, but she also caused our Song Family to fall into despair! It was all because of her!

”No, Mom, don't hit me …” ”It really wasn't me …” Hugging her head with both of her hands, Song Jiuchen fainted several times from crying, but was woken up by the splash of cold water. After repeating this a few times, the wound on her forehead deepened, making her dizzy to the point that she was about to vomit.

”What are you doing!” When Quan Yao and Bo Ye Han arrived, Song Jiu was only half alive.

”It really wasn't me, I didn't do it …” Song September kept mumbling as she curled up her body.

”Can't you see? We're cleaning up the gates …” With uncontrollable hatred in her heart, the woman held her knife, wishing that she could die together with Song Jiu.

Later on, when An Shengxia arrived, she covered her mouth in shock. She didn't expect Song Jiuchen to have grown up in such a family. It was no wonder that her body was weak and sickly; to think that she had been beaten to such a state by her family.

”In the future, she has nothing to do with this family …” With a cold snort, thin night helped Song Jiu up.

”Let's go to the hospital first.” The wound on her forehead had to be dealt with as soon as possible. Quan Yao carried her.

”Brilliant …” ”Why are you here?” Not only did he see Quan Yao, he also saw An Shengxia outside the door. Song Jiu's face immediately turned pale.

”Mrs. Quan, when did you arrive?” Turning around, Quan Yao was slightly stunned. He didn't expect An Shengxia to follow him.