A sentence the reporter had just said suddenly came to mind: This was not an accident; this was premeditated murder.
Thinking of this, Nangong Yu's expressionless handsome face suddenly flashed across her face, and Song Yuli's heart tightened, her hand holding the cup tightening more and more.
No...no, he shouldn't be that kind of person.
I glanced at the clock above the TV; it was already past eight o'clock. Usually, Nangong Yu would have already gone home by this time.
She pursed her thin, cherry-red lips. Before she could even return to her bedroom, she heard Song Yuhao's gloating voice.
"It's so great to see this ruthless person finally dead."
Song Yuli, Song Demin, and Liu Ping all frowned, looking at Song Yuhao with disapproval.
"You little brat, what nonsense are you spouting? Respect for the dead is paramount, don't you understand? If you keep talking nonsense, I'll tear your mouth apart."
Song Yuhao pursed his lips, and when he glanced back unintentionally, he saw Song Yuli standing there holding a cup.
He jumped up from the sofa and ran to Song Yuli's side.
"Sister, do you want some water? If you do, just call out from inside the house. Why come out here yourself?"
She then reached out and took the blanket from her hands, saying, "Sis, I'll go get you some water."
Song Yuli nodded and turned his attention back to the television, only to see Liu Ping turn it off.
“You’re pregnant now, it’s not suitable for you to look at these things, it will frighten the baby.”
Upon hearing this, Song Yuli placed his hands on his stomach and nodded.
"By the way, Ali, your uncle is going back to his hometown tomorrow."
Song Yuli frowned slightly, looking at Song Demin with some confusion.
Now that we don't celebrate holidays or festivals, why did my uncle suddenly decide to go back to his hometown to keep watch?
Seeing Song Yuli looking at him with a puzzled expression, Song Demin smiled and said, "Aren't you getting married soon? Your uncle needs to go back and make some arrangements."
After hearing this, Song Yuli pursed his lips and said, "Uncle, there are still half a month left."
Song Demin waved his hand: "Uncle was worried that half a month wouldn't be enough. Alright, you focus on preparing for the exam. After the exam, just stay home and rest. I'll take care of everything for the wedding."
Upon hearing this, Song Yuli's eyes welled up with tears: "Thank you, Uncle."
Song Demin patted Song Yuli's head and said with a smile, "I'm your uncle, don't be so formal about thanking me."
I remember more than ten years ago, the girl in front of me was just a little kid who could only cry. In the blink of an eye, the little kid who cried has grown into a young woman.
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After returning to his bedroom, Song Yuli couldn't wait to pick up his phone and find Nangong Yu's WeChat.
However, when she looked at Nangong Yu's blank profile picture, she didn't know what to say.
Should we confront him right away? What if he wasn't the one who caused the car accident in Jingshan?
Just as Song Yuli was lost in thought, her hand suddenly touched the voice chat, and then a "ring-ring" sound rang out in the quiet bedroom.
Song Yuli was startled. She hurriedly tried to hang up, but Nangong Yu had already answered.
"Hello?"
As the deep, mellow voice rang out, Song Yuli suddenly remembered the first time he heard Nangong Yu's voice, and his face flushed red.
Nangong Yu on the other end of the phone was also somewhat confused.
Since he returned to the capital, he and Song Yuli have only communicated via text messages and WeChat, without even making a phone call, let alone sending voice messages or video calls on WeChat.
Why did she suddenly remember to voice chat with him today?
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