"Old Jiang, didn't we understand everything that happened today? It was just two kids who were brave enough to do what was right, and those thugs are habitual offenders."

"But they said they knew Jiang Yiyu, and the girl they supposedly helped didn't show up either. Who knows what the situation is? Is this guy lying?"

Jiang Yiyu sneered: "You never believed me. You only care about whether your mistress and the bastard she gave birth to will be angry when you get called out so late because of me!"

Jiang Yuan pointed at Jiang Yiyu angrily and said, "Show some respect to them. They are your mother and your brother."

"My mother is dead! She was angered to death by you and that shameless mistress! Jiang Yuan, you are not a human being!" Jiang Yi Yu roared.

Jiang Yuan was about to rush over and beat him up, but Jiang Yiyu was also stubborn and refused to back down. Song Qing stopped Jiang Yuan firmly and said to Song Ming and Wang Jing, "What are you still standing there for? Send that guy back to the car!"

"Old Jiang, calm down. We're still at the police station. Don't go in again."

Jiang Yuan broke free from Song Qing's restraints and tugged at the hem of his suit: "That brat is lawless and deserves a beating! He went to the police station today, and I think he'll poke a hole in the sky tomorrow. He's wasting my good life every day and only causing trouble for me."

Song Qing frowned and looked at him. "Why don't you believe me? I see you're so angry now not because you're worried about the child going astray, but because you think he's causing trouble for you and bothering you, so you're annoyed, right?"

Jiang Yuan was stunned for a moment, obviously unhappy, but because Jiang and Song still had cooperative relations, he did not dare to make things too awkward with Song Qing: "Brother Song, I am disciplining my son, and it is not someone else's turn to interrupt."

"Do you really treat him as your son? Old Jiang, I'm not afraid of offending you. If you don't want this son anymore, just tell me. My Song family is not afraid of having more pairs of chopsticks, and I, Song Qing, don't care about having more sons." After saying that, Song Qing was too lazy to argue with him anymore and turned away.

Song Shengsheng leaned against the car window and saw Jiang Yuan pushing up his glasses. He asked, "Song Qing, do you really like to meddle in other people's affairs?"

Song Qing didn't answer. Song Shengsheng heard Jiang Yiyu, who was sitting next to her, clenching his fists so hard that his knuckles creaked.

That night, Jiang Yiyu was brought back to the Song family. Song Qing called the family doctor to check on Jiang Yiyu and Song Ming. Both of them were injured to some extent, but fortunately they were only superficial injuries and not serious.

After the examination, Song Qing and Wang Jing sent the doctor away, settled Song Ming and Jiang Yiyu, and then went back to the bedroom to sleep.

It was already two o'clock in the morning when Song Shengsheng finished her homework. She was worried about Song Ming and Jiang Yiyu's injuries. She went downstairs to heat two cups of milk and took them to Song Ming's room. The door was not closed and the room was pitch black. Song Ming was not in the bedroom.

Jiang Yiyu was not in the guest room either.

Song Shengsheng continued to carry the milk upstairs and went to the rooftop on the third floor.

She only saw Jiang Yiyu and Song Ming leaning against the fence smoking.

It was cold, and white smoke blocked their faces. Song Shengsheng shivered, and the steam in the cup kept rising.

Seeing her, Song Ming quickly threw away the cigarette in his hand and extinguished it with his foot: "Shengsheng, it's so cold, what are you doing up here?"

"Milk." Song Shengsheng walked over and handed a glass of milk to Song Ming, and another to Jiang Yiyu: "You guys are not afraid of being discovered by your parents if you smoke here."

Song Ming smiled: "As long as you don't tell anyone, Mom and Dad won't know." He was just about to take off his coat and hand it to Song Shengsheng, when he saw Jiang Yiyu had already put the coat on Song Shengsheng's shoulders before him: "Thank you for today, little Shengsheng."

Song Shengsheng shook her head. "Nothing. I saw who that girl was. It was Li Wei. But I can't understand why she refused to testify."

Jiang Yiyu stubbed out his cigarette. "Why else could she? She just didn't want to come. But it's surprising that she could get involved with that group of thugs."

Song Ming cursed, "Damn it! Ever since that woman started pestering you, I've felt she's no good. If I'd known she was the one causing trouble in the alley today, I wouldn't have saved her no matter what."

Jiang Yiyu smiled and said, "You will. No matter who it is, you will save her. Let's just forget about what happened today. She's already a senior in high school. There's no need to affect her future."

"What about your future?" Song Shengsheng asked suddenly. Jiang Yiyu was stunned for a moment: "Let's talk about mine later. Anyway, I'm only in the second year of high school, there's no rush."

"If the owner of the red bean cake shop hadn't testified today, you might not have been able to come back."

Jiang Yiyu sighed, turned around and looked into the distance: "I'm unlucky, don't blame others. Silently, Song Ming, no matter what, thank you all today, and uncle and aunt..."

Song Ming patted his shoulder and said, "Why thank me? We are brothers. From now on, we are friends for life."

Jiang Yiyu stayed at the Song family until the winter vacation. Originally, Song Qing and Wang Jing wanted to keep him at home to celebrate the New Year together, but Jiang Yiyu refused no matter what.

The next time Song Shengsheng saw Jiang Yiyu was a week before school started. Song Ming and a few friends said they were going skiing and asked Song Shengsheng if she wanted to go. When Song Shengsheng heard Song Ming say that Jiang Yiyu was going too, she hurriedly agreed.

She got up very early that day, packed her things and went downstairs. The whole family was stunned when they saw her.

Song Ming said, "Oh, I'm afraid the sun is rising from the south today. It's been such a long vacation, it's rare to see our eldest daughter at this time."

Wang Jing tapped his bowl with her chopsticks: "You're the one who talks too much. Even eating can't stop you from talking."

Song Shengsheng sat down next to Song Ming, glanced at Jiang Yiyu who was eating next to Wang Jing, and asked Song Ming, "Brother, when are we leaving?"

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