No one knows their child better than a mother.
Moreover, the Song family has always had a good reputation among neighbors.
The elders in the family are all honest and loyal people, and will never make enemies outside.
If there really were any friction in normal times, it would not have reached the point of setting fire to the entire family.
Unless it is an everlasting feud.
For Song Laoliu, he was sent to prison by his relatives, especially his mother.
Such hatred is enough to support him to do such a heartless thing.
Song Rushuang didn't think that he could be reformed after twelve years in prison.
If a person's nature is bad, then he is rotten from the root.
Unfortunately, Song Laoliu has become such a person.
For the Song family, there is only one variable, Song Laoliu.
Therefore, it cannot be blamed on Old Lady Song for suspecting Old Sixth Song when she did not see who set the fire.
Song Rushuang's gaze was fixed on the vast mountains.
Amidst the overwhelming rain and fog, Song Rushuang felt extremely heavy.
She didn't know what the Song family was doing now.
No matter what, she had to see the rest of the family as soon as possible.
She still had to figure out what was going on.
Song Rushuang felt that it would be impossible to know the whole story just by listening to others.
Song Rushuang moved her body, and the woman beside her grabbed her.
She didn't ignore the direction she was looking at just now.
"Xiao Ni, don't be so desperate. With such heavy rain, who knows what the mountain has become. If you go up there, you might get buried by the mudslide before you find anyone else."
She used some strength. No matter what, even if it was a stranger, she couldn't just watch someone die.
Song Rushuang frowned slightly and said in a deep voice:
"No, the geology here is not prone to mudslides. I will be careful."
Of course she knew that rainy days could be dangerous.
It was because of the danger that she needed to rush to her loved ones immediately.
The rain came quickly but went away very slowly.
Song Rushuang had no idea when the rain would stop.
Rather than waiting at the foot of the mountain in fear, Song Rushuang would rather
Take control of your own choices.
"How can you say that, little girl? Can I reason with you about the rain? Don't rely on luck, you'll suffer the consequences!"
"Auntie, don't worry about me, I know what I'm doing!"
She's almost an adult, doesn't she know what she's doing?
She just knew exactly what she was going to do.
The change happened almost suddenly.
It was so sudden that she was not prepared at all.
Suddenly, a voice, neither loud nor soft, came from my ear: "Who are you? Why are you in my house?"
Not familiar but not unfamiliar in my memory.
In just a moment, Song Rushuang got goosebumps all over her body.
Over the years, she really wanted to forget this voice.
It was not until now, until she heard it again, that Song Rushuang realized that she had been deceiving herself.
The woman next to Song Rushuang looked in the direction of the sound.
A tall man pushed aside the rain and fog and walked towards them.
The woman's expression suddenly changed.
This man was none other than Mr. Song, who had been in prison for twelve years; Liu.
It would be strange if she wasn't frightened when the suspect everyone was talking about appeared right in front of her.
Compared with the somewhat nervous woman, Song Rushuang's reaction formed a sharp contrast with that of the woman.
The more scared the woman was, the calmer Song Rushuang was.
Song Laoliu's gaze also shifted from the overly calm Song Rushuang to the woman.
After not seeing each other for so many years, the once sanctimonious Song Laoliu has aged visibly.
However, judging from his current appearance, it can be seen that he is indeed living a good life.
Regarding the destruction of the Song family, Song Rushuang must settle the score with Song Laoliu.
In addition to him, the mastermind, there are other accomplices, such as the person who personally lit the first fire for the Song family.
The angrier Song Rushuang became, the calmer she became.
In a flash, she seemed to know what was best for the Song family.
Song Laoliu naturally knew nothing about her thoughts.
Song Laoliu thought about it for a while and formed a general impression of the person in front of him.
"But the girl from the Dong family?"
Judging from the surface, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with him.
If people who know the situation didn't know that he had been imprisoned in Los Angeles prison for more than ten years, people who didn't know would probably think that he was not out to serve time in prison, but to go out to do business.
Aunt Dong had this feeling.
She was wondering if she was mistaken. Looking at Song Laoliu's appearance, he didn't look like the kind of criminal who would set fire to his own house.
He could deceive others, but he couldn't deceive Song Rushuang.
So, Song Rushuang could see that he was just pretending.
Aunt Dong nodded hesitantly, and then couldn't help asking:
"Sixth Brother, why are you back?"
Song Laoliu seemed very confused by her question.
"I don't know what you mean. This is my home. Shouldn't I come back?"
He looked so calm, so calm that others could never imagine that he had anything to do with the fire in the Song family.
Aunt Dong couldn't help but mutter:
"What's the point of coming back? I've lost my home."
Song Rushuang's gaze immediately fell on Song Laoliu's face.
She also wanted to see how far he could go in pretending.
Song Laoliu immediately put on a look of shock.
"Alas, it's a pity that the rain didn't come at the right time. If it had come two days earlier, the fire wouldn't have happened so suddenly."
It turned out that when Song Laoliu told this matter, it became an accident.
Song Rushuang took a deep breath.
Then I found that I didn't feel relaxed at all.
Sure enough, it is not easy for Song Rushuang to pretend nothing happened to a shameless person like Song Laoliu.
Therefore, Song Rushuang chose to follow her heart.
"Was it really just an accident?"
Song Laoliu frowned deeply, and his eyes fell directly on Song Rushuang's face who was speaking.
He always felt that this face looked familiar, but if you really asked him who she was, he really couldn't say.
It's been a while since he came back.
I heard early in the morning that my adopted daughter had died.
Therefore, Song Laoliu did not associate it in this direction.
"Who are you?"
Song Laoliu could naturally feel the sarcasm in Song Rushuang's words.
He has never been a good person.
Faced with Song Rushuang's blatant ridicule, he naturally would not swallow his anger.
"This is our Song family's own business, and you want to interfere? Could it be that you are my daughter who loses money?"
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