President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

Song Runian agreed so simply that Xuanyuan Qing was stunned for a moment.

Chu Tianba was also dumbfounded, "Nian Nian, I've said it all, it's not your fault at all!"

"I'm also indirectly responsible." Song Runian smiled at him, "It's okay brother, just go and apologize."

Chu Tianba shook his head, "No, that's because you don't know Aunt Qing well. The apology she said is not the kind of apology you imagined."

"There are many kinds of apologies?" Song Runian was puzzled.

Chu Tianba wanted to explain.

Before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Xuanyuan Qing next to him.

"You promised yourself, it's too late to regret it now!"

Without any explanation, he urged Song Ru Nian to go in.

Seeing that Chu Tianba couldn't stop him, he had no choice but to follow along.

If Xuanyuan Qing's request was too much, he would help resist.

Nian Nian is a pregnant woman and his beloved younger sister, so nothing will happen to her!

The three of them bypassed the front hall and went to the basement in the backyard of Xuanyuan's house.

A long distance away, the strong musty smell made Song Runian feel unwell, and subconsciously frowned Liu Yemei.

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Qing snorted coldly, "You also think this place is uncomfortable, don't you? Thanks to you, Ah Mo stayed here all night, and he still treated it with hurt!"

After returning from Chu's house last night, Xuanyuan's family was furious, no matter how much Xuanyuan Qing pleaded for mercy, it was of no avail.

He insisted on whipping Xuanyuanmo fifty times before throwing him into the basement.

So far, no water has been taken in, and no particles have been eaten!

Even the wound was not treated by anyone, and Xuanyuanmo had the intention of letting Xuanyuanmo fend for himself.

Song Runian walked to the door and asked in a low voice, "Can I go in and see him?"

Xuanyuan Qing sneered, "If you have the ability to go in, then you can go in."

The big gleaming lock hanging on the door of the basement, except Patriarch Xuanyuan who has the key, no one can open it.

Song Runian's expression was light, "If you open this lock, you will be served by the family law, right?"

"Of course!" Xuanyuan Qing admitted.

She wasn't afraid of being punished by her family, but if she was injured, who would take care of Xuanyuan Mo?

"That's easy." Song Runian nodded, looking around.

After looking around, I picked up a stone next to the rockery.

"Are you going to break the lock?" Xuanyuan Qing looked disdainfully, "Don't dream, this lock is the latest high-tech, it can't be broken at all!"

I hurt my hand when I turned around, but don't blame her for not reminding me.

Facing Xuanyuan Qing's disdain, Song Runian's voice was still dull, "Of course you can't break the lock, but you can do it in other places."

As he said that, he walked to the corner of the basement door and held up a stone to smash the door alloy embedded in the wall.

The door of Xuanyuan's house has been in existence for many years, and the basement is damp, the gold at the door has long been corroded and rusty.

After hitting it a few times, it clicked and fell to the ground.

The door wobbled and finally fell to the ground.

Xuanyuan Qing glanced at Song Runian in disbelief.

This woman actually has a brain!

But the admiring gaze was only for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, Xuanyuan Qing returned to indifference.

She glared at Song Runian, and quickly walked into the basement.

In the extremely humid basement, Xuanyuan Mo was lying on the ground, lifeless, and he didn't know if he was dead.

"Amo, don't scare aunt!" Xuanyuan Qing said in a panic, "Open your eyes and look at aunt!"

But Xuanyuan Mo remained motionless and did not respond.

Xuanyuan Qing's heart skipped a beat, and suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley.

Her Ah Mo is dead? !