Fang Jizong originally wanted to chase his father to find out the truth, but when he saw the things the servants moved out, he immediately forgot about his mother's matter.

"Why did you move Aunt Hongli's things out?"

"Where are you moving your stuff?"

Fang Jizong hurriedly stopped the servant and asked.

The servant carried the things and walked around, saying in embarrassment: "Master, please don't embarrass us. The master told the mistress to take it out, but didn't tell her where to put it. We will just put it in the warehouse first."

Hongli, who had been sitting in the servants' room opposite, saw her things being moved out and hurried out.

"Young master, what's the matter? Why did you move my things out?" She was holding an egg in her hand and asked while stuffing it into Fang Jizong's hand.

"Roll it on your face quickly to reduce the swelling."

Fang Jizong's heart softened and he was deeply moved.

What kind of mother is this? She is not as nice to him as Aunt Hongli.

"Aunt Hongli, please wait here. I will go ask my father."

Hongli said with a worried look on his face: "Be careful with your words, don't anger your father."

Fang Jizong responded obediently and left.

Hongli stared at the open door until the servants came out with more things and shouted at her to make way.

She then quickly stood aside.

After Fang Jizong entered the room, he immediately ran to his father and questioned him.

"Father, why did you move Aunt Hongli's things out?"

Song Yi's voice was low and cold, and he looked at his son's face without a trace of expression.

"Didn't I tell you not to leave her things at home? Why did you come here again?"

Fang Jizong lowered his head with a guilty look on his face and said stubbornly, "I'm used to living with Aunt Hongli. I can't sleep when she's not around."

Song Yi: "Then you move to the servants' room with her."

Fang Jizong was shocked and couldn't believe what he heard.

His father must be mad at him, so how could he let his son move to the servants' room out of anger?

"Father…"

Before Fang Jizong could finish his words, he was drowned out by Song Yi's voice.

"If you say one more word, I'll have the servants move all your things out."

Fang Jizong looked as if he had been struck by lightning, staring blankly at the person who was speaking.

Didn't his father love him the most? Why would he say such harsh words about him?

Did that woman complain to him?

Definitely!

She beat him and choked him as soon as they met, and even let his father say that to him. How could such a person be his mother!

She is not!

Fang Zongtang's voice came from inside the house.

"Now that we have moved everything and cleaned the house, you can go and have some rest!"

When Song Yi heard the voice, he turned around and went into the house, as if his son didn't exist.

In less than two seconds, a caring voice that was completely different from the cold voice sounded.

"When they clean up later, there will be dust flying in your face. You are not ready yet, why don't you go out and wait for the servants to finish cleaning before coming in?"

Fang Jizong's eyes widened: He had never heard his father speak so softly and in such a negotiating tone to anyone in his entire life.

Fang Zongtang's voice followed closely: "Okay, I'll just pack my things. Remember to call me when this place is clean."

Song Yi's voice was gentle and smiling: "Okay."

The two men came out of the room one after the other. Fang Zongtao looked at the traitor who was blocking the door, walked straight over and stood in front of him.

He didn't say anything, just stood there silently.

Three seconds later, Fang Jizong lowered his head and slowly moved away to make room.

Fang Zongtang raised his head and strode away like General Desheng.

Song Yi saw this and was in a good mood. He kindly reminded her: "Your mother has a bad temper. Don't provoke her. If you do, I can't help you!"