Su Tang's back completely disappeared around the corner, and Song's mother burst into tears heartbreakingly.
She looked at Song Jingsi with disappointment, stood up angrily and ran back to the room, followed by Song's father.
"I didn't mean it. I was just talking nonsense."
"I wanted to protect Xiaoyu, but I didn't expect Su Tang, she..."
Song Jingsi thought that he was pretending to be pitiful, but the scars on her body were real, so he couldn't say that.
"It's all my fault, Third Brother. It's my fault." Song Hanyu burst into tears again.
But Song Jingsi, who had always loved her, pursed his lips and lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.
Song Jingze and Song Jingfeng looked at each other helplessly and coaxed their sister softly.
Su Tang went upstairs and took several deep breaths, trying to contact the original owner in the Dead Sea, but failed.
She thought carefully about whether there was any way to prevent the original owner's soul from being torn apart. It was naturally impossible to let her return to this body.
...
...
Her actions at that time were equivalent to sacrifice, and God will not allow those who have made sacrifices to come back to life.
After thinking carefully for a moment, the only solution that came to Su Tang's mind was to use her divine power to counteract it, but her divine power was far from enough now.
Tsk, I wonder when the power of faith can be accumulated.
Su Tang really had a headache. She felt like she was in urgent need of money, but found herself a pauper.
There was a knock on the door, and she said, "Come in."
The person who walked in was Song's mother. Her eyes were red and swollen like walnuts, and she was still crying.
"Tangtang, can you let mom see your...wound?"
Su Tang nodded, stood up and took off his outer clothes, leaving only his underwear.
The wounds of varying sizes on her body were immediately revealed to Song's mother, looking horrifying.
The original owner was very concerned about these wounds, so whenever she wore a sleeveless dress with an exposed back, she would apply heavy contouring makeup.
Because of this reason, netizens found out that there was something on the edge of the original owner's red velvet dress, and netizens laughed at her for a while.
Mother Song covered her lips in disbelief, her face full of shock, hatred bursting from her eyes, and her body trembling with anger.
She raised Shen Yan's daughter with great care, but her own daughter is suffering. How can she maintain mental balance?
"Have you finished reading it?" Su Tang asked calmly.
Song's mother hummed with a heavy nasal tone: "I've finished reading it."
Seeing Su Tang putting on his clothes and sitting on the edge of the bed without saying anything, Song's mother felt extremely uncomfortable.
"Tangtang, do you think there's something wrong with Shen Yan?" she asked for the sake of conversation.
Su Tang hummed: "Basically confirmed."
Who would treat their own daughter like this? There is a saying that even a tiger won’t eat its own cubs.
Song's mother lowered her head and cried. She didn't know what to do at the moment. If Shen Yan really had a problem, what about Song Hanyu?
In order not to cause trouble to Xiaoyu, Song's mother thought about it and decided not to investigate.
"I'm sorry, Tangtang." said Song's mother.
Su Tang understood what she meant by her apology, and she said indifferently: "It's not your fault that the child was replaced, so you don't need to apologize."
"I don't mean to exploit your guilt. If you don't investigate, I'll do it myself."
Song's mother felt alienated by her own daughter, her breath was choked, but she didn't know what to say.
She stood up and left the room in silence, and Su Tang just looked at her back.
As an outsider, she felt sorry for the original owner. What would happen if she returned to the Song family?
It's nothing more than rising from the eighteen levels of hell to the first few levels.
Forgiveness, is it really possible?
Su Tang didn't care about all that. She was thinking about what the original owner had said.
She sacrificed herself to make those people get retribution, is she going to do it herself?
Thinking of this, Su Tang made a vague decision in his heart.
She opened her phone and clicked on the memo, looking for those who had bullied and insulted her one by one in the original owner's memory.
It took two hours to list all the names, and there were quite a lot of them.
Agent Shen Yan was the one who persecuted and insulted the original owner the most, and had done countless bad things.
Song Hanyu repeatedly used the company to make the original owner pave the way for her and become her control group.
Mr. Wang from Oriental Film and Television once wanted the original owner to sleep with him, and scolded her in public that she would never get a good role in her life except to sleep with him.
Mr. Li from Superstar Group… there are countless of them.
Su Tang has decided to return everything these people did to the original owner.
"Why did you take that stone lion away!"
"Mom, that stone lion was obviously bought for me by you and Dad."
"Can't I give her everything in the house and leave the stone lion?"
Song Hanyu's questioning voice was heard outside the house. Su Tang opened the door and saw Song's father and mother with grim faces, the three Song brothers, and Song Lucha.
"Su Tang, you can take whatever you want from my room. Can you leave the stone lion to me?"
"It is the memory of me and my parents. I really don't want it to be taken away and thrown away." Song Hanyu said crying.
The three Song brothers all looked unhappy, but because of what happened at noon, they didn't say anything this time.
"That stone lion is problematic for the Song family's feng shui." Su Tang said.
"You're not a Taoist priest, how do you know?" Song Hanyu immediately retorted, with anger in her eyes.
This bitch Su Tang is born to be her nemesis, so the position of the stone lion must not be moved.
"I won't harm you. If you really like that stone lion, I can move it so that it won't affect the feng shui." Su Tang said.
After hearing this, the faces of the Song family members looked a little better.
Song Hanyu screamed, "No! You can't touch it!"
"Brother, that stone lion is really important to me. I am happy to see it every day when I go home. I know that I should not continue to live at home with my identity, but this is my only request."
Song Hanyu's face was full of anticipation, and Song Jingfeng pursed his lips: "Then don't move."
Su Tang sighed and felt helpless when he saw the black air rising from his face.
She calculated with her fingers and said, "I know you don't believe me, but around eight o'clock tonight, Song Jingfeng will have a small disaster."
"Then you will know whether what I said is true or false."
After saying that, Su Tang turned around and went back to the house.
"She really thinks she's a fortune teller and takes those characters in the entertainment industry seriously. She's not smart." Song Jingsi complained in a low voice.
Song Jingfeng didn't take this seriously. He was still safe and sound until he finished dinner at eight o'clock.
"Didn't you say that second brother would be in trouble? He is fine now." Song Jingsi looked at Su Tang coldly.
He finally realized that this person could make up anything to bully Xiaoyu.
To believe her, oh, you must be mentally ill to believe her.
Su Tang looked at Song Jingfeng calmly and counted down in his heart, ten, nine, eight...one.
"What the hell!" Song Jingsi exclaimed, and hurriedly helped up his second brother who had fallen down for no apparent reason.
The floor was very slippery and he almost fell.
"Second brother, are you okay?" Song Jingsi asked worriedly.
Song Jingfeng rubbed his lower back with a sullen face. He clenched his teeth and said nothing. Su Tang's eyebrows curved, and he did not hide his gloating: "He has a fractured coccyx."
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