"Ning'an, you are really arrogant and don't take your elders seriously. No wonder Shao Yan divorced you!" Song Lin slammed the table and assumed the posture of an elder, with a gloomy face, "You are greedy for money, selfish, arrogant,

It was a huge mistake for Shao Yan to marry you back then! If it weren't for you, Shao Yan wouldn't have died in Africa at a young age, which has become a heavy pain in the hearts of the Song family! Now you are hooking up with your brother-in-law again, don't think that the Song family doesn't know

This thing!"

Every sentence is full of rebuke and resounding.

For a moment, Ning An even thought in a trance that he was really a heinous sinner.

The sky outside is gloomy, and Song's house is particularly deserted in winter.

The heating in the living room had long been turned off and it was very cold.

When no one spoke, the air fell into silence, and the "swish" sound of the branches blown by the north wind outside could be heard.

Ning An sneered: "I never knew that aunt is also a person who confuses right and wrong. I call you aunt out of respect. Who do you think I am?"

"Come in!" Song Lin suddenly shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, several tall men rushed in from the door.

"Kick this woman out! Song House is the Song family's house, she has no right to deal with it!"

As soon as the order was given, several men grabbed Ning An and dragged her outside.

"Let me go, Song Lin, are you worthy of Mr. Song's spirit in heaven?" Ning An struggled, his face ugly.

"Pull out!"

"Madam! Madam!" the old housekeeper chased outside!

But how could a woman or an old man stand up to a few tough men? Ning An and Housekeeper Zhou were both kicked out!

"Ah!" Ning An staggered, lost his balance and fell to the ground!

"Madam! Mrs. Song, how are you? Did you fall somewhere?" The old housekeeper helped Ning An up.

The skin on her palms was scratched and her hair was scattered. Because there was still water on the ground, her clothes and bags were stained and covered with muddy water.

Ning An gritted his teeth, stood up, and stared at the door of Song's house with his beautiful but cold eyes.

The door was closed by those men until she could no longer see the scene inside.

"I'm fine." Ning An calmly said, "Song Lao didn't leave Song House to Song Lin. He must have his reasons. Therefore, I will not let Song House be left to others easily."

"Madam, let's forget it... This Song Lin is not easy to bully. She has a company in the capital and a team of lawyers. You can't fight her. She obviously wants all Mr. Song's family property, but the Second Young Master Song won't fight for it.

, otherwise it wouldn’t have fallen into Song Lin’s hands.”

"I know it well."

After saying that, Ning An glanced coldly at the huge Song residence, turned around and left.

The weather in Beijing has been cloudy for several days. It is a rainy winter and the north wind is particularly biting.

As soon as evening comes, it will rain heavily and continuously, adding countless chills.

It was around seven o'clock that night.

The heavy rain poured down from the sky, and white water droplets splashed on the ground, like tiny particles, like countless transparent pearls.

The taxi doesn't drive very fast.

Ning An was sitting in the back row, holding in her hand the Song House property ownership certificate and documentation she had just printed out.

The rainwater gathered in streams along the glass windows, making it difficult to see the outside scene clearly through the windows.

The car turned into a sparsely populated road, and the sound of rainwater became particularly clear in my ears.
Chapter completed!