What are you talking about, you little devil.
Li Xianglian asked Lin Lu again.
Lin Lu was worried that Song Chen would hit him again, so he held his left hand with one hand and said, "Brother wants to teach me a lesson, so Song Chen taught him a lesson first."
What the hell?
Want to teach her daughter a lesson?
Li Xianglian: "Yang Xiuzhen, Xiaochen has had a bad temper in the past two years. If you make trouble again, he'll beat you up again. Don't blame me for not warning you."
Yang Xiuzhen came to the Song family early and loved to take advantage of others. If the old lady had not stopped her, Song Chen would have wanted to beat her.
A bitch who says one thing to your face and another behind your back.
Yang Xiuzhen cried bitterly: "Let him beat me to death. If he kills me, bury me with my mother. I will go and tell her about the good things her son has done."
Song Quan just felt extremely ashamed.
Song Song sighed deeply, "My dear brother and sister-in-law, I asked you to come here to drink at the wedding, not to cause trouble. Could you please stop making trouble and give your nephew some face? If the people over there come tomorrow and the news gets out, it will be terrible."
Yang Xiuzhen gritted her teeth and said, "Song Laosi was the one who started the trouble. Why didn't you say anything to him? He's an adult, but he still had the nerve to chase my son away and not let him eat."
Lin Jingbei remained calm and collected. "It was Brother Song Quan himself who said our food wasn't tasty, and that he didn't like food cooked by country folk. My dad tried to persuade him for a long time, but he refused to eat, and said he was going to complain to you. Aunt, did Brother Song Quan really go and complain?"
Everyone knows that Lin Jingbei is well-behaved and sensible, and has excellent grades. How could such a child lie?
Everyone believed that Song Quan was the only one who could say something like "the food in the countryside is not tasty."
Although he tried hard to refute that he did not say so.
Song Nan was also acting like a drama queen: "Yes, aunt, we all heard it. Song Quan even threw the chopsticks on the ground. It was my uncle who picked them up, washed them, and gave them back to him. He didn't appreciate it and said he would go to you to complain."
There is one more favorable witness.
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