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"Elder sister, you really went too far today. Daddy already went to the hospital because of you, can't you show mercy to daddy?" His angry tone was clearly expressing that he was helping Song Rongguo out of injustice.

"Surrender? Show weakness? Why?" Peach Blossom Eyes of the Song Guo slightly narrowed.

"Also, Song Shan Shan, you should be clear about what happened three years ago between the two of us. Since you don't want to say it, then I'll go investigate it myself. There will be a day when the truth is revealed, what do you think?" Song Guo's words slowly became threatening.

"Do you still have a father in your eyes?!"

The Jin family had a history with their family. Years ago, Old Master Jing doted on Song Guo's mother, and when he saw that she was pregnant, he told her about the marriage.

After so many years had passed, Song Rongguo had never thought of going to Jin Dynasty to fulfill that verbal agreement.

Song Rongguo's tone was very ancient.

"Why do you think I'm standing here today?" If not for the fact that Song Rongguo was her father, she wouldn't even want to step foot into this house.

"If that's the case, then do your duty as a child of the Song Clan." Song Rongguo's face darkened. A vicissitudes of life could be seen between his brows.

"Don't look into your mother's death anymore."

Song Guo narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly. A trace of sadness flashed through her eyes.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first."

"If you continue to investigate, don't blame me for breaking off our relationship." Song Rongguo tightly clenched his fist, the words that came out from his lips were incomparably cold and resolute.

The greater the reaction, the more serious his mother's death was. Song Guo didn't stop moving.

The cold voice remained in the quiet living room.

"Light."

All these years, Song Guo didn't want to argue with Song Shansan and focused on her studies. It was simply because Song Rongguo respected her and the mother so much.

However, Song Shan had personally broken this layer of glass.

Jin Ming watched as Song Guo walked out of the Song Family's residence with a sharp aura. He quietly watched as Song Guo opened the car door and sat on the passenger seat.

His face turned dark and cold.

"Bullied?" Jin placed his hand on the steering wheel, turning his body to look seriously at Song Guo's side profile.

"I've always thought that what I'm trying to prove is his innocence. To this day, I might be wrong." Song Rongguo's reaction today had thoroughly disappointed her. What she was trying to find was nothing more than that he had nothing to do with her mother's death. However, from the looks of it, things were not that simple.

"You and me."

Song Guo sighed as the corner of her mouth curved into a forced smile.

"I know."

It was night. Jin Ming could feel that Song Guo's mood had always been very low. The file that Su Ziyu had sent him was still on his computer, so he hadn't opened it yet.

Song Guo walked to the kitchen with a wooden face, opened the fridge and poured herself a glass of milk.

"Song Guo." Jin Ming stood by the kitchen side and looked at the muddleheaded Song Guo, lightly calling out to her.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" Song Guo placed the milk on the table and was about to sit down when the latter stepped forward and hugged her tightly.

"What are you doing?" Song Guo stood there, puzzled by Jin Ming's actions.

"I'll hug you." Jin Ming Chen buried his head into Song Guo's neck, his voice muffled. Song Guo's body had a faint aroma of milk, and her dark eyes were filled with a faint desire.

"Song Guo, I'll have Su Ziyu investigate you." Song Guo, who was lying beside her, was slightly startled when she heard this.

She originally wanted to push his hand away and place it by her side, but her originally expressionless face became even colder.

"So?"

"The information is on the table. I don't want to read it now." Jin held the person in his arms tightly.

"Why?"

"I want you to tell me yourself, I want to know, or what you want to say."

Jin Xuan's words were very light, as light as a feather, as he lightly fiddled with Song Guo's heartstrings.

"Jin Zhong, don't waste any more time on me."

"I do."

The domineering words lingered in her ears. Another person's face appeared in Song Guo's heart as a faint smile appeared on her lips.

"You know nothing about my past, nothing about my current situation, nothing new or interesting. Do you understand? "Don't waste your time on me. I don't like you. Not at all." Song Guo broke away from Jin Ming's embrace.

Ye Zichen stood in front of him with a cold expression.

Her delicate little face carried a cold determination.

I don't care what kind of mentality you have in chasing me, but I'm telling you clearly now, I don't like you, I didn't like you before, and now I don't like you either. If you feel angry and don't want me to continue living here, you can just tell me and I'll move out. Song Guo raised her head, a trace of heartache flashed through her peach blossom eyes.

"However, if Young Master Jin has any new prey, you should tell me in advance. I will move away on my own accord."

Jin Ming was deep and unfathomable. He had already created a huge hurricane, with people as the center, moving three meters outwards would turn into a world of ice and snow.

Song Guo picked up the milk from the table and returned to her room.

Closing the door, Song Guo felt her legs go soft. She quickly put the milk down on the desk, remembering Jin Ming's appearance when he was deeply injured and enduring. The things that happened in her mind with him kept on coming back to her mind, it was very plain, but it gave her an inexplicable sense of security.

If he and Li Hongyi were on par with each other, perhaps she would allow him to pursue her shamelessly. But he was the young master of Jin family, his family wasn't right, all the scenes of the war between Wealthy Class and Wealthy Class had turned into the shadow in her heart for the rest of her life.

Song Guo leaned against the door and weakly slid down the floor. Her slender legs were crossed in front of her chest, her arms were wrapped around her knees, and her head was buried in her knees. She didn't know why, but sadness seemed to flood into the room in an instant.

Song Guo could not dodge it, nor could he.

There were too many stains on her for him to shine like that.

Song Guo didn't know how long she cried, nor did she know how she crawled into bed. She only knew that the next day, her eyes were swollen like a golden fish, her cold face was emaciated beyond recognition.

For the first time, Song Guo wore makeup to work.

In the squad, Liang Fei, who had been following behind Song Guo, naturally discovered her abnormality.

"Song Guo, did something happen?"

"Hmm? "It's fine." After Song Guo collected the sample in her hand and put it into the bag, Liang Fei clicked his tongue twice.

"You have business."