"But she is my mother..." After Xiong Miao finished speaking, the tears could not be controlled, and spread in the eyes.

She didn't know which man it was that made her mother pay for murder because of jealousy.

She was the blood of her mother, the child of a murderer.

Zhan Yeling said that if he finds the murderer, he will cut him into pieces and make his family's life worse than death.

And she is the murderer's family.

Xiong Miao's words left Song Mingzhe speechless.

Because even he realized that the enmity between Xiong Miao and Zhan Yeling would never be solved for the rest of his life.

Xiong Miao knew that she had lost her composure, so she took a tissue to wipe away her tears, and forced a smile: "That's it..."

That's it, what else can I do?

She is destined not to be happy in this life, and she has to pay for the mistakes her mother made.

"Meow..." Song Mingzhe felt sorry for her and called out heavily.

Xiong Miao pulled her lips in a desolate and confused way, and changed the subject: "Is there something wrong with you?"

"No, I thought no one lived here, so I wanted to clean it." I didn't expect to meet her.

It was when she was at her most distraught.

Xiong Miao nodded: "It's pretty clean."

She herself didn't know what she was talking about.

Outside, there was the sound of the door opening.

This voice drew Xiong Miao's attention. She raised her head like a deer, stood up and walked out of the room. When she saw a man of mixed race walking in, he had natural yellow hair, fair skin, three-dimensional facial features, and eyebrows. When the bones are taller than domestic people, Xiong Miao's eyes are not surprised, but some are disappointed.

She thought it was Zhan Yeling who came.

But I didn't expect it to be him.

After Jio saw Xiong Miao saw him, he was disappointed. He said in a crappy Chinese: "Sister Miao, don't you welcome me?"

"Why are you here?" Song Mingzhe looked displeased when he saw Jio.

Jio is Song Mingzhe's half-brother, that is, the younger brother abroad.

After Song Mingzhe's mother married a foreigner, she gave birth to another son, a standard mixed-race child.

It is also twenty years old now.

Because of the uncle's relationship abroad, Song Mingzhe didn't like Jio or that uncle.

"Mom said you came here, so I came to find you." Jio spread his shoulders, expressing his dependence on him.

"You can just stay at home, what are you looking for me for?" Song Mingzhe said angrily, his eyes followed Xiong Miao who had returned to the room in a daze.

"Of course it's because you are my brother." Jio smiled, stepped forward, and put his arm around Song Mingzhe's shoulder: "Wherever you go in the future, don't leave me behind."

Jio is also very tall, like Song Mingzhe, 1.8 meters tall, so it is natural to hold Song Mingzhe's arm.

Song Mingzhe threw his arm away in disgust, and gave him a blank look: "What nonsense!"

"Isn't it natural for a younger brother to follow an elder brother?" Jio learned a few idioms, but he used them vividly.

He took it for granted, but found that Song Mingzhe didn't care about him at all. He kept looking at Xiong Miao, with a worried and distressed expression on his face.

Jio couldn't help but also glanced at the bear in the house.

He met Xiong Miao when he was abroad before, and he always called her Sister Miao.

He also knew very early on that Song Mingzhe liked Xiong Miao, but he just didn't act.

Song Mingzhe chased Xiong Miao back to the country, but he was still so cowardly, couldn't even confess his love?

Even jio is worried for him.

"Sister Meow is single right now, brother, you have a chance, why do you always miss it?" Jio leaned closer to Song Mingzhe and whispered in his ear.