Fang Zongtang was so angry that he started to chase people away.

"Aren't you the richest man? The richest man stays at home every day, doesn't he need to work? Go out and make money! If the bank takes back your things, I'll beat you up and make you go upstairs!"

Song Yi smiled, walked over quickly to please him, grabbed the person in his hand and said nice things to him.

"Don't be angry. I have to go to work right after you come back. What a shame. Wait a few days, and when you are better and have a checkup, I will go back to work."

Fang Zongtang bent his fingers in annoyance and flicked the numb tendon on Song Yi's arm.

Song Yi immediately loosened his hands and no longer had the strength to grab the person.

She picked up the jar and locked the contents in her safe.

Today's newspaper was on the table, and she picked it up and took a look.

It was clearly written on the front page: Where has the wife of Hong Kong's richest man gone in the past ten years?

As if afraid that the title was not eye-catching enough, the font was so big that it seemed to fill up the entire page of the newspaper.

Song Yi dealt with some things in the study. When he came out, he couldn't find anyone and his face changed immediately.

After searching all the rooms, he was about to call for bodyguards when he saw someone walking very fast on wooden stakes in the corner of the yard, as if he were walking on flat ground.

She hasn't lost any of her skills in the past ten years!

Song Yi took two deep breaths, calmed himself down, and went out to look for someone.

"Hongli took Jizong back to her parents' home. I don't know why Jizong ran away on his own."

Fang Zongtang jumped down from the wooden stake and washed his face at the faucet in the yard.

Before Song Yi had time to put the handkerchief into his pocket and was about to go into the house to get a towel, she had already wiped it dry with her sleeve.

"There should be a lot of people in Hongli's family. If I'm not mistaken, there must be children. Your son is used to being the boss at home. When he goes out, no one supports him, and no one treats him as the child of the richest man. He must be wronged!" she guessed.

Song Yi: "I asked my bodyguards to follow me and I didn't show up."

She stretched her muscles slowly while saying, "He's only been gone for two days. Even if Hongli is upset, it won't happen so quickly."

Song Yi: "I think so too."

Fang Zongtang recalled the past: "When I was seven or eight years old, my great grandfather let me carry a backpack and go to the mountains to dig mud. When I was older, I went to the pigeon market for a stroll, but no one followed me. He is nothing like him. He has always been surrounded by people who protect him. It is for his own good to let him suffer some grievances and losses!"

Song Yi laughed: "As a mother, you think more."

She didn't like to hear this again.

"What do you mean by mothers think more? Fathers don't need to use their brains? The rebellious child has grown up to be what he is now, which is the result of your not using your brain!"

Song Yi listened quietly and let him scold.

He waited until she finished speaking before speaking.

"There are many foreign language training institutions in Hong Kong. I asked someone to find out about a few more formal ones. One is Emily Education, which is closer to home. It is run by an American and the teachers are also American. Another one is Hongyuan Education, which is farther away and is run by a local. The teachers are all top students who graduated from Hong Kong universities."

She didn't expect Song Yi to be so efficient. As soon as she said she wanted to study, he had already found out the place.

Before she could say anything, Song Yi said, "There will be a charity auction at Forbes tonight. All the proceeds from the auction will be used to help Hong Kong people whose houses were damaged by the typhoon and who have nowhere to live. Do you want to go and have a look?"