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Even the usually cold Zhang Song found it hard to accept after hearing such shocking news. What had happened recently? Why did he have to continuously meet people who were related to his father, first Gui Herong, then Li Gaobo, and now Zhang Yu and Cao Gongde? He had a feeling that he was being played, and didn't even believe it. It was just that he was missing a director, or else Zhang Song really would have thought that he was acting, joking, and not really believing it.

”My father's sister? My aunt and uncle? I have never heard my mother mention it. Do you think I am a three-year-old child who is so easily fooled? ” Although he had long since admitted it in his heart, Zhang Song was unwilling to admit it even if he said it out loud.

”Regardless of whether you believe me or not, Little Song, this, is all real.” She knew that Zhang Song had already acknowledged their identities in his heart, but was unable to accept this reality for a moment. Hence, she spoke to Zhang Song with certainty.

”Aunt and Uncle, Zhang Yu, Cao Gongde, Cao Gongde, Cao...” Zhang Song seemed to have thought of something important as he stared at Cao Gongde with unfriendly eyes, and said coldly: ”Let me ask you, do you have a daughter called Cao Jia?”

Zhang Yu and Cao Gongde looked at each other, then Cao Gongde nodded and admitted it, ”That's right, your aunt and I have a daughter called Cao Jia, and both of you knew each other since high school.

The person who said this didn't mean it, the person who heard it had intentions to do it. By the side, when Lin Xia heard this very familiar name, his body trembled slightly. Wasn't she the girlfriend of her son, Zhang Jun? She did not expect that she was actually Zhang Yu's and Cao Gongde's daughter, and even Zhang Song's cousin at that. How could she not be shocked?

”Hehe, as long as you admit it. You are smarter than I imagined. I thought you wouldn't dare to admit it in front of so many people.” Zhang Song's words were filled with ridicule and indifference, causing Zhang Yu, Cao Gongde and even Zhang Guinan to not be able to understand what he meant.

”Little Jia is my daughter, why would I not dare to admit it?”

”It seems like all of this came without any effort. So, all of this was orchestrated by you?” Zhang Song looked at Cao Gongde as if he was looking at a dead man.

”Little Song, I don't understand what you're saying. Can you explain it to us clearly?” Zhang Yu saw the anger in Zhang Song's eyes that was on the verge of spitting out, and asked uncertainly.

”Ask the good husband next to you, my good uncle.” Zhang Song's eyes were sharp as knives.

”Gong De, do you understand what Xiao Song said? Did you do something between Little Song and Little Jia? Explain yourself to me. ” Zhang Yu stared at Cao Gongde and bellowed.

”Xiao Yu, you still don't believe me? Don't you know what kind of person I am that others don't know? ” Cao Gongde explained to Zhang Yu. At this time, the 20 feet tall monk was also at a loss. He did not understand why Zhang Song would have such a huge opinion of him.

Seeing that Cao Gongde also had a doubtful expression, Zhang Yu said to Zhang Song: ”Xiao Song, is there a mistake in this? Your uncle is an honest man, and he won't do anything bad. This is something your aunt can guarantee, and your mother can also prove it. Would you mind explaining it a little more clearly? ”

”Misunderstanding? ”Alright, today I will let you see his true face and take off his mask.” After Zhang Song finished speaking, he tore off his clothes, exposing his skinny and muscular body to the air, giving everyone a clear view.

They all stared fixedly at the lines of scars on Zhang Song's body. These scars were already scarred, and looking at the clear and pressing scars, everyone's heart ached, as though the one who was injured was themselves and not Zhang Song. Zhang Fangxia stared at the scar on Zhang Song's chest with a face full of tears. He reached out and comforted the scar on Zhang Song's chest that was already scarred, like a kind and virtuous wife.

”Did you see that? This is what your husband did. I really want to know what exactly you wanted to kill me for.”

”As your uncle, I sympathize with you, but what does all this have to do with me?”

”You still don't admit it? To secretly train death warriors and have those assassins handle some unspeakable tasks for you, am I right? Cao, Gong, De. ” Zhang Song asked Cao Gongde righteously.

”Death warrior? Assassin? I don't understand a word you're saying. ”You think I sent those assassins to assassinate you?” Cao Gongde said with an innocent look on his face.

”Didn't he come back to report the bankruptcy of your plan?”

”Who?” ”And I don't know where you got the news that I sent the killer, but if you don't have the evidence to prove my innocence, then I must defend myself.”

”Evidence?” Do you think I'm going to let those who want to kill me leave alive? If they can return, then the one standing here today wouldn't be me, Zhang Song, but an ice-cold corpse. ”