The person outside the door was Dongzi's mother, who had argued with Song Rushuang and Bai Lingzhi yesterday.
Seeing that it was her, the face of the fifth brother's wife Bai Lingzhi immediately darkened:
"Dongzi's mother, what do you want to do? I tell you, if you dare to talk nonsense here, I, Bai Lingzhi, will never let you go!"
"Hand over your murderer to me!"
Bai Lingzhi and Song Laowu looked at each other and saw confusion in each other's eyes.
What followed was uncontrollable anger.
Song Laowu was originally a hot-tempered person. Now when he heard Dongzi's mother wrongly accusing others, his temper immediately exploded:
"What do you mean by that? You're slandering our family as murderers? Do you really think that all of us Song family members are made of clay and can be bullied by you?!"
If Bai Lingzhi hadn't stopped him, he would have probably rushed over and beaten someone up.
Dongzi's mother immediately collapsed on the ground and cried:
"If you, the Song family, have a grudge against me, then just come after me. My poor Nanwa, he's only four years old this year, how can you be so cruel!"
The surrounding villagers gathered around at once.
Everyone chattered for a while.
Soon, under the arrangement of Old Lady Song, Old Third Song also invited the village chief Wang Fulai to come over.
Wang Fulai was a little surprised:
"Why do you want me to go over there? What happened?"
Song Lao San, who was in charge of inviting people over, gave a helpless smile and said, "I really don't know about this matter. My mother said that since you are the village chief, we still have to ask you to come and take charge. Otherwise, we will have no idea what to do."
Wang Fulai found this very useful.
The Song family members were so upright and respectful to this old man.
It would be really unreasonable if he didn't go over and take a look.
When Wang Fulai arrived at the Song family's door and saw Dongzi's mother blocking the door again, he was furious:
"Dongzi's mom, what on earth are you going to do?"
Over the years, Dongzi's mother has been going back and forth, causing no one know how much trouble she has caused to the Song family.
He alone knows that the number of problems he has solved is so great that he cannot be counted on one hand.
Not to mention what he didn't know.
If it were normal, he would have patiently persuaded her.
What time is it now? She's going to cause trouble too?!
"Village Chief, you've come at the perfect time. I was just about to ask you to do me justice!"
Wang Fulai glared at her unhappily.
It’s not that he and the Song family are on the same page, but because he has heard such words too many times.
As a result, he gets angry whenever he hears such words.
"What kind of justice are you trying to uphold? Dongzi's mom, you think everyone else is a fool except you, right?"
Dongzi's mother cried so hard that her tears and snot were mixed together. Faced with Wang Fulai's anger, she not only did not restrain herself at all, but even showed signs of overflowing.
"Village chief, my son Nanwa didn't come home yesterday. Can you tell me why he, a three or four-year-old child, didn't come home all night unless he was murdered?"
"The child is missing? When was he lost? This is indeed a big deal, but you can't just accuse someone of something so serious right away."
In the yard, Duan Dinglan had already walked out with Song Rushuang.
As soon as she saw Song Rushuang, Dongzi's mother immediately wanted to rush towards her.
Song Laowu was quick-witted and quick-handed. He grabbed the man and threw him out.
"Li Xiuchun, if you dare to move again, don't blame me for hitting a woman!"
The scene suddenly became noisy.
Something suddenly came to Wang Fulai's mind.
His expression changed, and he shouted:
"Stop talking! What the hell is going on?!"
Old Mrs. Song also said quickly:
"Yes, let's not quarrel for now. The most important thing right now is to find the child first."
Wang Fulai looked at Old Lady Song and nodded with satisfaction:
"Old sister is right. No matter how loud we make a scene, the child won't come back. Where else can a child that young run to? As a mother, you should look for the child. Why are you running into someone else's house and making a scene?"
Could it be that the child was hidden by the Song family?
Dongzi's mother didn't care at all. At this moment, she couldn't listen to anyone.
"Am I the one who's causing trouble? It's clearly the Song family that's being unkind. My child is very well-behaved. He definitely wouldn't stay out all night. It must be because that money-loser from your family lured him to a secluded place and killed him!"
Song Rushuang frowned slightly. Compared to the anger of her family members, Song Rushuang felt more speechless.
"Do you want to listen to what you are saying?"
If the occasion wasn't so inappropriate, Song Rushuang would have really wanted to laugh.
Dongzi’s mother is really good at fantasizing.
Old Mrs. Song's face was solemn. How could she agree to her exaggeration when she heard her say that?
"We in the Song family don't take the initiative to cause trouble, but we are definitely not afraid of it. Dongzi's mother, if you dare to say that your Nanwa's disappearance was caused by my Xiaoqi, then you have to produce evidence."
Dongzi's mother was not afraid of this, she immediately said:
"Evidence? Yesterday, a few kids were playing together, but it was just a minor conflict. Your granddaughter suffered a little, but she didn't need to use such vicious tactics to retaliate against my son!"
After hearing this, Song Rushuang seemed to understand a little.
No wonder Dongzi's mother blamed her for her child's disappearance.
It turned out that it was because of the argument between him and Zhao Nan yesterday.
Zhao Nan went back to ask Dongzi's mother for support. Before that, no one knew what they had argued about.
Everyone looked at Song Rushuang.
Old Madam Song asked solemnly:
"Xiao Qi, did you really quarrel with Zhao Nan yesterday?"
There's nothing to hide about this.
There were many people who saw it at that time. If she talked nonsense at this time, it would easily backfire on her.
By then, even if there is really nothing wrong, it will become a problem when it is told by others.
"Yesterday, I was out playing, just under the big banyan tree not far from the village entrance, when Zhao Nan suddenly pushed me and threw me to the ground. I sprained my ankle."
As she spoke, she pitifully revealed her bandaged ankle.
Old Mrs. Song's expression relaxed:
"My child never messes with others. In my opinion, this matter is not Zhao Nan's fault."
If that’s the case, then Zhao Nan’s disappearance has nothing to do with Song Rushuang.
But Dongzi’s mother didn’t think so.
"What do you mean it's my son's fault? She beat him up yesterday. If you ask me, she's some kind of monster. She must be holding a grudge and is looking for an opportunity to take revenge on my son."
She looked very confident.
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