I thought it was going to be a tough fight, but I never expected it to be like this~

"Are you Fang Zongtang?"

Dozens of people rushed in, all asking the same question.

Ask her if she is Fang Zongtang?

"Of course I am Fang Zongtang, who else should I be?" She immediately retorted rudely.

The fat old lady rushed to the front, looking very happy, and asked quickly and flatteringly: "Do you have any proof?"

Fang Zongtang looked at the fat old lady with a strange expression, wondering if she had been mad at him.

It was she who kicked the fat grandma out just now, wasn't it?

What's going on with this weird look of repaying kindness with evil?

"Tell me first whether you are Fang Zongtang?" The person next to her asked anxiously when he saw that she didn't say anything.

Fang Zongtang was too lazy to talk nonsense and just showed his ID card.

"Here, the ID card and the title deed are all here. This is my house. She occupied my house. It is reasonable for me to kick her out. Even if you call the police, it will be useless!"

Unexpectedly, things developed in a more bizarre direction~

The fat old lady first shouted "Aiya", followed by a series of giggles.

Fang Zongtang laughed so hard that he got goosebumps.

This is so evil!

It should be said that she has never been normal since she climbed out of the water until now!

Before she could say anything, dozens of people in the yard suddenly started cheering happily.

It looked like he had won the first prize in the lottery.

"Found it, alive, that's great~"

"Hurry up and inform Mr. Song, quickly~"

"Don't alarm more people, just let us know~"

Dozens of people started to make arrangements excitedly, as if she didn't exist.

Fang Zongtang raised her eyebrows and silently took a step back. She had just seen that the house left to her by her great grandfather had been occupied by someone else, and she had forgotten about her son-in-law and son in a fit of impulse.

My son-in-law’s surname is Song. Could the Mr. Song they are talking about be Song Duozi?

As soon as she moved, many people started screaming.

"Don't move, don't move, Mr. Song will be here soon. If you are gone, we will have no way to explain!"

Fang Zongtang: I can't explain myself if I go to your place. Am I familiar with you?

"Is the Mr. Song you are talking about Song Duozi?" She asked openly.

These people didn't look like they were listening to her carefully, and they were always jumpy.

"We have never heard of Song Duozi. We are talking about Mr. Song Yi, the richest man in Hong Kong."

Fang Zongtang laughed out loud: "What richest man in Hong Kong? I don't know him. This is my home. If you don't leave, don't blame me for being rude."

After saying this, she turned to the fat old lady and said, "This is my home. Who let you in? Are you from this family?"

When he said this, Fang Zongtao's eyes flashed with a cold light.

When the fat old lady saw Fang Zongtang's expression change, she was shocked and quickly explained: "I was invited by Mr. Song to look at the house. I have been looking at the house here for eight years!"

When Fang Zongtang heard this, he suddenly felt like he was struck by lightning.

The fat old lady suddenly remembered something, and quickly ran into the house, took out a stack of newspapers, rushed to Fang Zongtang, and pointed to the front page to show her.

"Look, right here. Hong Kong's richest man is offering a huge reward for his missing wife. It's in every issue of the newspaper, and it's been published for ten years!"

Fang Zongtao's mind was buzzing and he hurried to find time.

At the very top, in the upper left corner of the newspaper, it was clearly written May 24, 1979.