No more use.

These few simple words were like sharp knives, stabbing straight into Song Sili's heart.

His eyes trembled, and the emotions surging in his eyes were obscure and unclear.

Pei Yu looked indifferent and waited quietly.

"Li Fan,"

Song Sili opened his mouth, his voice extremely dry and hoarse, as if he had not spoken for a long time.

Li Fan stepped forward and nodded.

"Yes, Mr. Song——"

Song Sili looked at Pei Yu and spoke slowly, his hoarse voice devoid of any warmth.

"Have someone prepare a plane to send Mr. Pei back to Country T. Also, transfer two million to Mr. Pei's card."

Send it back to where it came from, he doesn't want anything to go wrong.

Pei Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not refuse.

"Thank you, Mr. Song. If you need any help in the future, please feel free to contact me."

Song Sili turned his gaze towards the ice coffin without answering, his expression grim.

Li Fan stepped forward at the right time.

"Mr. Pei, please——"

Pei Yu looked at Song Sili meaningfully, then turned and left, with a secret smile on the corner of his lips.

As soon as Pei Yu left, people from the Song family’s old house arrived.

The people who came were a middle-aged couple and a teenage boy. All three of them were dressed in black and looked very sincere in their condolences.

The man was tall and plain-looking, but he had a very friendly face.

The woman was wearing a black dress, looking gentle and charming.

The little boy among them was thin, with little expression on his fair face, but there was obvious displeasure in his eyes.

Li Fan rushed back and handed the flowers in his hand to the three people.

"Mr. Song, Mrs. Song, Master Song."

Looking at the red rose in front of him, the boy curled his lips.

Even though he's dead, he still wants to cause trouble.

Song Xiangyuan was the first to step forward, take the rose and place it in front of Song Jiarou's ice coffin.

He walked up to Song Sili, patted him on the shoulder, and looked sad and emotional.

"Si Li, Jia Rou is dead, you have to let it go."

"I am sorry for your loss."

The woman beside him followed closely behind, but there was not much sadness in her expression.

The thin boy stood right before his eyes without moving, pretending not to see anything.

Li Fan frowned.

"Master Song——"

Song Sili turned his head and looked at Song Haosen with cold eyes.

When Song Haosen met Song Sili's eyes, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He subconsciously reached out and took the rose from Li Fan's hand.

After he reacted, his face immediately turned ugly and he stopped where he was.

Song Xiangyuan looked at Song Haosen with narrowed eyes and spoke in a low voice.

"Hao Sen, you are so sad that you don't know what to do. Why don't you give the flowers to your sister?"

With his father's instructions, Song Haosen had to do as he was told no matter how reluctant he was and placed the rose in front of Song Jiarou's ice coffin.

Song Sili withdrew his gaze, slightly opened his thin lips, and his voice was cold.

"Pay your condolences and leave."

Rourou doesn't want to see these people.

Song Xiangyuan's expression did not change, but the woman beside him frowned.

Song Haosen's anger soared instantly. He looked at Song Sili unhappily and spoke out what was in his heart.

"We came here with good intentions to pay our respects to the short-lived Song Jiarou, and this is your attitude?"

Song Sili turned his head, his dark and deep eyes staring straight at Song Haosen, and he spoke slowly and clearly.

"What did you say Jiarou?"

Song Haosen answered subconsciously.

"Short-lived ghost."

Song Sili's eyes fixed on Song Haosen, and the coldness around him was obvious.

"Li Fan, slap your face."

"Yes,"

Li Fan walked towards Song Haosen.

This person's words were like a knife stabbing Mr. Song's heart.

Besides, the eldest lady hated this guy the most, and Mr. Song did this in the mourning hall mostly to vent the eldest lady's anger.

"Stop right there,"

The woman stepped forward and stood in front of Li Fan, looking at Song Sili with a frown.

"Si Li, the child is ignorant, why are you arguing with him?"

"It is because he is ignorant that we need to teach him a lesson."

Song Sili's tone was cold and his eyes were dark and obscure.

"At least you know what you can say and what you can't say,"

He looked at Li Fan.

"Palm mouth."

The hoarse and slow voice carried an unquestionable momentum.

Li Fan received the order and walked straight past the woman to Song Haosen.

The hand was raised high and dropped heavily.

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