I don't know whether it was because there were too many people or because Mrs. Song was angry, but Song Rong kept coughing, and Song Tingfan quickly went over to pat his back.
After a while, Song Rong felt a little better and said hoarsely, "It's nothing, don't worry."
Song An was not a child, so how could he not see it, "Dad, Mom, come home with me. I'll take care of you from now on."
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Song obviously wasn't happy. She knew her husband's stubborn conduct, no, the entire Da Song Family had this kind of stubborn conduct, except for Song San, who was even more cunning than a mouse.
"How can you take care of them better than your third brother? They should be with him."
Their daughter, Song Mei, tugged at her, signaling her not to say that. Grandpa and Grandma were already like this.
Song Hao didn't care much for his mother's words either. He was always straightforward and scolded, "Mom!"
