Chapter 115 (1/2)

If song zhuolan's mother and son had put their ideas on him, he would not be so angry.

But song zhuolan's mother shouldn't have made up her mind to his old father, his wife and son!

However, at the thought of his old mother's death many years ago, song zhuohai understood that song zhuolan couldn't do anything.

”The brush is made of dead baby's hair. You know what you want!”

As the voice fell, song zhuohai hit the brush directly on Ye Nanbo's face.

It's really not polite at all.

Ye Nanbo held his mother and did not hide. Instead, he frowned tightly, looking a little confused.

”Uncle...”

”Don't call me that. I can't afford to be your uncle or your nephew.”

As soon as ye nanbocai uttered two words, he was ruthlessly and decisively interrupted by song zhuohai.

Song zhuohai has determined that ye Nanbo is in collusion with song zhuolan. Naturally, he will not be deceived by his appearance.

Ten thousand steps back, even if ye Nanbo doesn't know everything, he must be able to detect something.

On this alone, he can no longer have no objection to Ye Nanbo as before!

Without giving Ye Nanbo another chance to speak, song zhuohai pointed to the huge landscape painting hanging on the wall.

His eyes looked at Song zhuolan with great resentment, ”the frame of this painting is all shade wood. It's your painting that killed your mother!

Your mother has hurt you for so many years in vain, and that's how you repay her.

Good, you are really good, song zhuolan! ”

In the last words, song zhuohai almost roared out, frightening song zhuolan almost to the ground.

”No, no, no, no, it's not like this, no, it's not like this!”