Song Qi'an glanced at Song Cheng and sneered: "I also want to know, how could I become a dead person after just sleeping?"
When everyone heard this, they subconsciously looked at the people in the Song family, feeling incredulous in their hearts.
Although Mr. Song looked a little pale, he was still alive. The Song family hung up white lanterns to announce to the outside world that Mr. Song had passed away...
This is not something that can be joked about casually, let alone seeing Mrs. Song crying heartbrokenly just now...
Doesn’t she know whether her own son is dead or not...?
Yu Wushuang stood in the crowd and looked at this ironic side, and suddenly felt very happy. Thinking of Song Qian waking up and seeing her surprised and relieved look, a touch of warmth flashed in her heart.
This person is really nice to Yu Wushuang...
"No, you are not my eldest brother...my eldest brother is obviously dead..." Song Cheng's face turned pale with fear.
How could a dead person be alive? Someone must be causing trouble.
"I remember that my second brother just brought me medicine, and he fed me the medicine himself. After that, I fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up, I heard crying in the courtyard, and this mourning hall. I don't know, second brother
Can you give me an explanation?"
Song Qian's voice was loud and his eyes narrowed slightly.
Song Cheng met his gaze and trembled all over. Is he really not dead?
"My son, this time... people reported that you were out of breath. We all saw it when we arrived... My son, no matter what, seeing you okay is better than anything else." Even though Mrs. Song was angry in her heart,
In front of everyone present, she had no choice but to pretend to be a loving mother.
"Yes, yes, it's okay, Master Song."
"It's true that auspicious people have their own destiny. If you survive a disaster, you will have good fortune in the future."
"Haha, I've already had a funeral. Maybe Mr. Song will live a long life in the future."
The mourning crowd laughed loudly at each other's words.
"Thank you for your kind words, this is really a false alarm." Mrs. Song said as she greeted the maids and servants: "What are you still doing here? Why haven't you withdrawn Bai Ling?"
"Yes, yes... they are all evacuated, evacuated..." Aunt Song got up from the ground and went to evacuate the mourning hall herself.
The boys rushed in and hurriedly carried the coffin away.
"The Song family is really happy and sad today. We can rest assured that Mr. Song is fine. Let's take our leave first."
"Let's come visit another day."
This is the first time I have seen a person alive at a funeral. It is really new.
After everyone left, Madam Song's face darkened and she looked at Song Qian: "Since you are fine, go down."
"Aren't my mother and second brother going to give me an explanation?" Song Qian's voice was cold, and his eyes were extremely cold when he looked at his elderly mother.
"Explanation? What explanation do you want?"
"As a mother who murders her own children, and as a brother who murders his siblings, according to the law, everyone must be beheaded." Song Qian said without the old lady: "I have kept all the evidence. I just need to send it to the government for investigation.
It’s clear.”
Mrs. Song was startled and looked ugly: "I am your mother, do you dare to sue me?"
"Brother, what are you talking about? How could my mother and I harm you? I'm afraid you are sick and confused." Song Cheng took advantage of the situation.
Aunt Song walked up to the old lady and had already taken off her mourning clothes: "Master, we are all a family. What big deal is going to go to the government?"
Song Qian's eyes were extremely disappointed, this was his closest relative...
"In this case, I have nothing to say. Go ahead and fetch the evidence from the room and send it to the government."