Song Lingyun was already used to Shen Yeyin's poisonous tongue and sharpness. She was extremely dissatisfied, but she did not show it on her face. "I'm sorry. I called you wrongly because I was worried about your father. It won't happen again."
"I'll take care of my father. Aunt, you can go out now," Shen Yeyin said indifferently.
Song Lingyun looked at Shen Liu'an. Seeing that Shen Liu'an did not even look at her, she tightened her grip on the handkerchief in her hand. "Then, I'll prepare some tonic soup."
With that, Song Lingyun strode out of the room.
"Father, when are you planning to send Song Lingyun and her daughter away?" Hearing Song Lingyun's footsteps walk away, Shen Yeyin picked up a clean handkerchief and wiped the black blood off Shen Liu'an's body.
