Many special police officers armed with guns and nuclear bombs almost surrounded Shen Yao. From their perspective, they could no longer see his figure.

Boss Song also exchanged glances with his wife Zhang Cuizhi.

They are not stupid, so they can naturally see that the relationship between Chen Yao and Duan Dinglan is not ordinary.

No one knew who the officer above this police officer was, but judging by his appearance, he was likely to be punished.

Just think about it, even high-ranking officials may not be able to handle it, so for ordinary people like them, it is definitely an unsolvable problem.

Zhang Cuizhi walked up to Duan Dinglan and patted her shoulder gently:

"Ding Lan, we can't help much by staying here."

Duan Dinglan naturally knew this, but she didn't dare leave until she was sure whether Chen Yao was safe.

Zhang Cuizhi quickly looked at her husband for help.

Normal words won't work, so I guess the only way is to talk about the people she really cares about.

"Ding Lan, regardless of anything else, you have to go back and bandage Xiao Qi's injury."

Speaking of Song Rushuang, Duan Dinglan reacted immediately.

To her, Song Rushuang is naturally a more important existence.

"Okay, let's go back first."

Duan Dinglan carried Song Rushuang and rushed to the Song family.

Fortunately, there was a medicine box at home, and several uncles and aunts came to help. They bandaged the wound on Song Rushuang's neck in no time.

As soon as the foot was bandaged, Mrs. Song got out of bed and came to see her granddaughter.

The end result was that before anyone could react, the old lady saw Song Rushuang's neck wrapped in several layers of bandages.

Perhaps because they are not professional enough, they look a little more scary.

Old Mrs. Song was panicked for a moment, but soon calmed down.

She just glanced at everyone, then left the room very calmly and turned to sit at the stone table under the banyan tree in the yard.

Song Rushuang's bed was next to the window, and she happened to see the old lady's somewhat haggard back.

"Mom, grandma looks really sad."

Duan Dinglan, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, followed Song Rushuang's gaze and looked at Old Lady Song in the yard.

She sighed slightly and looked at the other people in the Song family in the room:

"Brothers and sisters-in-law, I'm afraid this matter can't be concealed anymore."

Zhang Cuizhi nodded hesitantly.

That's what she meant herself.

"Rather than letting Mom hear gossip from other people, it's better for us to confess proactively."

Duan Dinglan said, "I bear the heaviest responsibility for this matter. Xiaoqi is my child. She got involved in such a big thing. It's me, as a mother, who failed to take good care of her."

Song Rushuang felt a little sad. She stretched out her hand and tugged at Duan Dinglan's sleeve, and persuaded her in a childish voice:

"Mom, don't be angry."

Zhang Cuizhi was the most susceptible to this kind of tricks. Naturally, she was also worried that Song Rushuang would be punished by Duan Dinglan, so she couldn't help but plead for Song Rushuang:

"Yes, Ding Lan, the child means well. Don't be angry with the child. Be careful not to get sick from anger."

Duan Dinglan's eyes immediately turned red again, and she gritted her teeth and said:

"Sister-in-law, please stop trying to persuade me. What Xiaoqi did can be considered a small matter. Look at the wound on her neck. If it were any deeper, would we still be able to see her?"

Hearing this, Zhang Cuizhi's expression immediately became serious.

She thought about it, and said to Song Rushuang decisively:

"Xiao Qi, your mother is right. What you did is really too dangerous. Tell me yourself, if something irreversible really happened, how would you let your grandmother and mother live?"

"Mom, Xiaoqi knows he was wrong."

System Xiao Ai was a little surprised at Song Rushuang's attitude of lying down and Ren Chao.

"Host, why don't you just tell them that what you're worried about is why you have to take the risk?"

Song Rushuang shook her head slowly:

"At a time like this, saying even a single word would be wrong. The best way to keep things quiet is to say nothing."

Admittedly, Song Rushuang could have a thousand or ten thousand reasons, but for Duan Dinglan and the others, she was injured after all.

Naturally they couldn't accept it.

"Okay, I don't blame you."

Duan Dinglan wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, then gently covered Song Rushuang with the quilt.

"Be good, go to sleep first."

Outside the window, Song Rushuang could just make out the shapes of the people with the help of the lanterns hanging on the eaves.

No one knew what was said, but Duan Dinglan suddenly knelt down in front of the old lady.

Just with this kneeling, the tense atmosphere among the crowd began to dissipate instantly.

Old Mrs. Song quickly helped Song Rushuang sit beside her.

Song Rushuang faintly heard the old lady's voice:

"How can you be so angry, kid? You kneel down just like that. If you really want to apologize to anyone, it should be me, an old woman, who kneels down to you."

Everyone tried to stop her, so she couldn't kneel down.

Duan Dinglan's eyes were filled with tears as he spoke slowly and solemnly:

"Mom, you are you, and Lao Liu is Lao Liu. I divorced Lao Liu because he was a bad person. You have always been very kind to me, Xiao Liu, and Xiao Qi. The three of us, mother and son, will never forget your kindness. Xiao Liu and Xiao Qi will always be your granddaughters in this life, and this point will never change."

She spoke so sincerely that it was hard for Old Mrs. Song not to be moved.

She suddenly thought of something and said to Duan Dinglan:

"Xiao Qi's injury can't be delayed. You were originally planning to go to the next town to live. In my opinion, it's better to leave early and make plans early."

Zhao Deren’s death is ultimately related to Song Rushuang.

To this day, no one knows why Zhao Deren insisted on capturing Song Rushuang and revealing the truth to her.

I wonder how many people will come to find Song Rushuang by then.

Needless to say, Old Lady Song knew that this was definitely not a good idea.

Instead of staying at home and waiting for death, it is better to leave quickly.

No matter how reluctant I was before, now I just hope they leave as soon as possible.

"Mom, I..."

Duan Dinglan suddenly hesitated.

"What's wrong? You don't want to leave?"

Duan Dinglan shook his head.

Duan Dinglan naturally hopes to create a brand new living environment for Song Rushuang, with less gossip around.

But before leaving, she still had people and things to worry about.

Old Mrs. Song was a little confused.

But Song Rushuang understood a little.

Apart from Chen Yao, there was probably no one else that Duan Dinglan was worried about.

To help Duan Dinglan fulfill his wish.

Song Rushuang shrank down from the bed and ran out of the room.

When Old Lady Song saw her, she quickly came over and held her in her arms:

"Xiao Qi, why haven't you rested yet?"

"Xiao Qi misses grandma."

"You came out at this time, probably want to say something for your mother, right?"