After this little incident, Song Erlang and his wife had to leave early with Song Duobao and Er Ya.
Song Jiao followed them to see them off, hesitated for a long time, and finally spoke up, "Mother, how about this, I'll live with you, and let Er Ya have Tingsong Pavilion. What do you think?"
Just as Second Lang's wife was about to speak, Er Ya, whose eyes were red from crying, sneered, "You were shrinking back in front of so many people earlier, and now you're acting like a good person? I don't need your charity!"
"Er Ya, how can you speak to your sister like that?" Second Lang's wife was angry.
"She's not my sister!"
After shouting, Er Ya took a step to run forward, but someone grabbed her wrist.
She turned around and saw it was Song Jiao, and immediately grew furious, "What are you doing? Let go of me!"
Song Jiao's eyes were filled with an anger suppressed by calmness; since yesterday, she had been called a wretch so many times, she had endured it.
