Her mother came suddenly, and she thought her mother missed her, so she was happy.

I didn't expect that my mother would be infected by Pei Xiaoxiao and said some inexplicable words.

Lin Jinrong was very annoyed by her confusion. She curled her lips in contempt and said sarcastically, "How can you be happy living with poor people?"

Liu Zhiyuan was unhappy, "I think we are doing fine this way."

Lin Jinrong sneered again, "That's your illusion..."

Just as Liu Zhiyuan was about to speak, Song Ling stepped forward.

He had a blank expression on his face and a cold aura shrouded his whole body.

This cold aura is very intimidating.

Lin Jinrong felt an inexplicable chill enveloping her head, her heart skipped a beat, and then she subconsciously stepped back.

"You, Song Ling, what do you want?" Song Ling's low voice was as cold as ice.

"roll!"

Lin Jinrong looked very long, "Song Ling, who are you..."

Somehow, she shuddered again.

Under his gaze, it seemed that breathing was a luxury for her, let alone speaking.

The words she wanted to say were stuck in her throat. She couldn't speak them out or swallow them, which made her feel uncomfortable.

Song Ling took a step closer and she had to take a step back.

It was not until she was completely forced to leave home that Song Ling calmly closed the door.

After Lin Jinrong reacted, she could only blink angrily facing the dark red door.

"You, you, you've gone too far, you're simply unscrupulous..."

Liu Zhiyuan, watching the uncle walk towards her, whispered, "Isn't this bad?"

"It's okay." Song Ling said lightly and continued to practice yoga with her.