Song Baochuan lost patience after being rejected so many times.

Seeing that Ruan Qingling seemed unwilling to teach them.

He snorted, "What makes you so great? You only know a few tricks. We're asking you to teach us, and you still dare to put on airs?"

He wanted to give Ruan Qingling some face, but now they didn't want to.

Let's go straight to Grandma.

Let Grandma make the decision for them.

But they were not willing to give up.

Looking at Ruan Qingling, he asked, "I'll ask you one more time, are you really not going to teach us?"

Ruan Qingling: "I have no ability to teach you anything. Go find your parents."

The two men's faces turned pale, their eyes accusing Ruan Qingling of being ungrateful.

"How can you be so ungrateful? We brothers have been looking for you here for so long, and you still won't agree?"

Ruan Qingling looked at her brother, whose expression had changed.

I knew this kind of person didn't need to be taught; it wouldn't make a difference anyway.

The more she looked at the two children, the more she felt that Song Shiting was out of place in their family.

Her face turned cold: "I've already told you, I can't teach you. Why are you still here, arguing about what?"

Seeing Ruan Qingling's expression change, Song Baochuan's expression also turned sour.

With a hint of embarrassment and anger, she said, "Who do you think you are? It's only because my third uncle is away for a few days. When he comes back, he'll beat you up."

Ruan Qingling had no intention of wasting time talking to those two brats.

"Are you leaving or not? If you're not leaving, don't blame me for being impolite."

Song Baochuan clenched his fist, gestured, and snorted, "How are you going to be impolite? Do you think we're afraid of you?"