After hearing Song Yun's words, Zheng Ting's mood was obviously much better, and the fear in her eyes dissipated a little. Perhaps it was because Song Yun's military uniform gave her a great sense of security.

When Ye Sang heard that they were coming to take Tingting back to Beijing, he immediately became emotional. "No, I don't agree. Tingting is my daughter. No one can take her away."

"We want to take Tingting away. We don't need your permission." Mr. Zheng had calmed down by now. His cold eyes fixed on Ye Sang. "These are the child support we sent to Tingting. Go back and prepare them and return them all."

Ye Sang's eyes widened. "What did you say? I want to return the child support to you? Are you kidding me? I spent all the money on Tingting, and now you want me to return it to you?"

"If the money had been spent on Tingting, would Tingting be like this now?" Grandma Zheng scolded angrily.

Ye Sang didn't care what they said. In short, he spent all the money on Tingting, as if as long as she was determined about this, everything would be fine.

Song Yun advised Mrs. Zheng, "Grandma Zheng, don't waste your breath on her. Wait until the police arrive and let her explain to them."

When Ye Sang heard the police, his expression changed slightly, "What do you mean?"

Zhao Changjiang, who had remained silent the entire time, said, "What do you mean? You don't think you can just brush off the abuse of martyrs' children? I'm telling you, this is illegal. When the police come, you and your current husband's family, everyone involved in the abuse, will be punished."

Ye Sang was really panicking now. She turned her head sharply and stared at Zheng Ting lying on the bed. "Tingting, tell them quickly that no one is abusing you. Just tell them."

Tingting didn't dare to look at Ye Sang, especially the emotional Ye Sang. Her body began to tremble again.

Song Yun walked over, blocking Ye Sang's view, and said to Tingting in a gentle voice, "Tingting, don't be afraid. When the police come, no matter what they ask you, just tell them bravely. We are here to seek justice for you and make sure those who bullied and abused you receive the punishment they deserve."

Old Mrs. Zheng also sat back down beside the bed and soothed Tingting in a gentle voice, telling her not to be afraid and that they were all on her side.

Tingting's eyes gradually lit up, and everything she had dreamed of was about to come true.

These bad guys can really be punished.

Tingting nodded vigorously, "Yes, I'll tell you everything."

"No!" Ye Sang screamed, "Tingting, have you forgotten what your mother told you? You can only survive in that family if you're obedient. Have you forgotten?"

"Shut up!" Song Yun yelled, turning to look at Zhao Changjiang, "Throw her out."

Ye Sang was forcibly dragged out of the ward by Zhao Changjiang. Seeing that she could not go back in, she simply turned around and went home. She had to inform her husband Xu Ziqiang about this matter.

When she returned home, she found that many neighbors had gathered outside the Xu family's door, surrounding it so tightly that no one could get in or out.

"Move aside, what are you doing? Why are you all crowded here?"

When everyone heard Ye Sang's voice, they all turned around to look at her, with different expressions in their eyes: some gloating, some contemptuous, and some looking forward to the show.

"Ye Sang is back, come in quickly, there are several police officers at your house."

Ye Sang's heart skipped a beat, and without even bothering to listen to the neighbors' whispers, she quickly squeezed into the house.

As soon as she entered the house, she was grabbed by her mother-in-law and dragged in front of the police. "Public security, she is Zheng Ting's biological mother. If you have any problems, go to her. This has nothing to do with our Xu family."