"Aunt Su Yun."
The cold male voice brought her back to her senses. Su Yun's pupils instantly dilated, and her lips opened and closed. It took her a long time to find her voice. "Young Master Song?"
Her short words even trembled.
Song Jingchen pursed his lips and nodded slightly. "I'm here to see Aunt."
The heir!
It was really the heir!
Su Yun was delighted. Just as she was about to say something, there was a clang in the hall. She quickly wiped her tears and ran back.
In the hall, half of Song Li's body was lying on the edge of the bed. There was a broken teacup on the ground.
Su Yun's heart tightened. She quickly went forward and helped her lie down. Just as she was about to bend down to pick up the teacup on the ground, her hand was tightly held by a skinny hand. "Who's here?"
She had actually heard the conversation outside just now, but she could not believe her ears.
