Are men's punches and kicks so easy to take? Song Ma had bruises all over her body, but in her opinion, it was no big deal.

"I'm going to use chicken blood. I'll sprinkle it on you in a bit, and say they broke your nose." Song Ma's face was bruised and swollen, and she was covered in blood. She evoked pity wherever she went.

Grandma Song came back in just a few days. It seems she was too young and hasn't learned anything.

Song Ma was simple-minded and it took her a while to understand why her daughter was sprinkling chicken blood on her. While she was still in a daze, her daughter had already picked up a chicken.

"When Song Cheng and the others come back, grab Song Cheng and smear the chicken blood on him. Then go to the police station to report the incident. Remember, there were three people who hit you: Song Huadong, Old Madam Song, and Song Cheng! No matter what others ask you, just say you can't remember anything else, only that the three of them hit you."

There was a knock on the door. He Xiaofeng came out to open it, and the corners of her mouth turned up, revealing her good mood.

Song Yan knew that today's events were inseparable from her instigation! Bringing Song Cheng along was the right thing to do.

If you make my mother suffer, I'll drag your son down with me.

Song Ma is now fully sober. "I'm afraid of lying. Besides, what if someone can tell I'm just being dramatic?"

Current criminal investigation methods and procedures are not rigorous. Given the past incidents, the police officers at the local station will naturally assume that what Song Ma said is true.

Song Ma is injured and needs to go to the hospital.

As long as everyone sees the process, that's enough. Song Yan definitely won't keep the clothes stained with chicken blood.

When the case is finally settled, there will definitely be testimony proving that Song Ma was covered in blood. As for physical evidence?

It's gone! Let the police worry about who stole it!

Didn't people always say that good people can die because of their testimonies?

All the testimonies are detrimental to the Song family. Let's see what they do.

“I said it’s your blood, so it’s your blood. You may not remember exactly how they beat you, but it was them who did it, and you don’t know anything else. They beat you until you were covered in blood. Mom, these words will never change.” Song Yan had no qualms about using loopholes in the current legal system to deal with those people.

“They hit me, they all hit me,” Song Ma said to herself. “It’s because I’m useless, I can’t beat them.”

"Mom, you're amazing. You bit He Xiaofen and made Song Huadong's nose bleed. You're even going to sue those three for hitting you later. See how amazing you are now? You can sue them!" Song Yan didn't hold back his encouragement.

Who hit you just now?

"It's them: Song Huadong, my mother-in-law, and... Song Cheng!"

"Who hit you?"

"Song Huadong, my mother-in-law, Song Cheng!"

Did Song Cheng hit you? How did he hit you?

"They hit me, they hit me! They hit me!" Song Ma's eyes were filled with fear, perhaps because she was thinking about what had just happened.

This will do. With enough sympathy, I should be able to get by at the police station.

After all, Song Ma is in a terrible and pitiful state right now.

Besides, it's not a major criminal case, so no one will repeatedly ask for verification.

Song Yan made a cut on the chicken's neck, letting the chicken blood splatter onto Song Ma's front.