Originally, Song Tianming and Song Rongyu and his son were already scared and their spirits were broken. When they heard Ye Chen want to invite Mr. Song, they felt like they were struck by lightning and their bodies trembled violently.
At this time, the common subtext between the father and son was: "Didn't the old man have become Alzheimer's disease? He can't even control his urine and defecation. Why did Ye Chen get him here at this time?"
Song Tianming's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself in despair: "Can............... is the old thing recovered as before?! This... isn't this all over?"
Just as he was thinking, Yu Bo, the eldest steward of the Song family, accompanied Mr. Song and walked in.
At this time, Mr. Song was agile and cold-faced, so how could he look like Alzheimer's disease?
Song Tianming and Song Rongyu were even more frightened. They couldn't understand why Mr. Song, who was still in the hospital this morning, was still peeing his pants in front of them, has recovered now as before?!
As soon as Mr. Song entered the report hall, he stared at the father and son Song Tianming and Song Rongyu with sharp eyes, and scolded him angrily: "Bastard! Do you two think you can cover the sky with just one hand?! Not only Lian Wan
Ting dares to murder and dares to drug me. Do you still have a little bit of humanity?!"
Song Tianming was so scared that he was out of his mind. He knelt down all the way to Mr. Song, and cried and said, "Dad...I was wrong. Dad...I deserved to die. I was obsessed with the ghost. I really knew I was wrong.
!Please spare me once, dad!"
Mr. Song shouted in anger: "Give you aside? Do you still have the face to let me spare you?! Do you know that in the family law formulated by my ancestors of the Song family, you committed a death sentence!"
Song Tianming cried and said, "Dad, I did make a big mistake, but I was forced to do so!"
"You fart!"
Mr. Song roared angrily, and then raised his hand and slapped Song Tianming in the face!
Song Tianming covered his face and cried, "Dad! Think about it, I am your eldest son! The eldest son! According to the rules of our ancestors since ancient times, the eldest son should inherit the throne, but why don't you let me be Song.
The head of the family? Why did you let Song Wanting, a yellow-haired girl, be the head of the Song family? If you asked me to be the head of the Song family, how could I make such a big mistake?"
Mr. Song was so angry that he raised his hand and slapped Song Tianming again: "You bastard! You are still looking for various excuses to excuse me. If Master Ye hadn't been generous in helping and strategizing this time, Wanting would have been beaten by you, father and son.
Dead! I was also poisoned by you and became Alzheimer's disease! Do you think you can excuse me for this?"
In order to protect himself, Song Rongyu cried to Mr. Song, "Grandpa, I always obeyed my father's instructions. He arranged for me to do everything. Please spare me for the sake of my eldest son and grandson.
Once..."
Mr. Song pointed at Song Rongyu and said angrily: "Shameless, ungrateful, ungrateful, and slanderously, selling his father for honor! How come my Song family has a scum like you!"
As he said that, he looked at the father and son and said coldly: "You two are scum of the Song family. If you commit such a serious crime, you must be dealt with according to family law! It is useless for anyone to plead with mercy!"
Then, he looked at Yu Bo beside him and blurted out, "Old Yu, you have been in the Song family for many years. Tell me, according to the family rules of the Song family, how should these two people deal with it?!"
Yu Bo said sternly: "According to the first article of the Song Family Law, those who are tragic of their hands and feet will be killed! Those who are trying to kill their father will be killed!"
Song Rongyu was so scared that he almost fainted and cried: "Grandpa! Now is a society ruled by law, not the feudal society back then! You have no right to kill us! If you kill us, you will be shot yourself!"
Song Tianming also choked and said, "Dad, if you don't want to spare us, then send us to the judicial department! Let the judicial department make the trial impartially. No matter how many years they sentence, we will admit it..."
Song Tianming knew very well that even if he and his son’s crimes were prosecuted, they would never be able to touch the boundaries of the death penalty.
He thought to himself: "After all, my son and I didn't kill people with our own hands. The real murderer was the murderer that Hashimoto had first looked for in Japan."