After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled

Facing He Zhan's questioning, Song Huiling not only did not respond, but instead covered her chest with her hands, complaining with a look of deep sorrow: "A-Mo is just a child, and you actually used such a heavy hand on him. You have such a cruel heart!"

He Zhan looked down from above, his eyes looking down with pride, and met a pair of cruel eyes. There was an unyielding arrogance in those eyes, like a little beast that could not be tamed.

Although he didn't understand why a strange man appeared in his house for no reason, he knew that this man was harmless after seeing the reactions of Song Huiling and his mother.

"Child?" He Zhan sneered and looked at Song Huiling coldly, "He doesn't look much younger than you."

"Isn't a fourteen or fifteen years old a child? It's already pitiful that A'mo can't speak, and you even crippled his hand. How is A'mo going to live in the future?" Song Huiling retorted angrily.

Feeling annoyed, he raised his voice several notches, "Don't you know how to enter your own home through the front door? You have to climb over the wall like a thief. If you had just come in through the courtyard gate and woke me and mother up to ask a few questions, this wouldn't have happened!"

He Zhan's eyebrows were throbbing. The courtyard door was closed tightly. If he wasn't worried about waking them up, he wouldn't have climbed over the wall.

But he was not the first to attack. The little guy on the ground attacked him without saying a word, and every move was fatal, leaving him no chance to ask questions.

Song Huiling felt the corner of her clothes being pulled. She turned her head and saw A'mo humming something, his slightly childish face wrinkled in pain, his eyes red and tearful, and he huddled behind her, feeling extremely insecure.

Being relied on by a well-behaved, good-looking but broken brother, Song Huiling instantly burst into love. She touched A'mo's head and comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid, A'mo, your sister will protect you."

A'mo huddled behind Song Huiling and trembled constantly. At a certain moment, a look of triumph and defiance flashed in his eyes.

None of this move escaped He Zhan's eyes. He sneered, reached out his hand around Song Huiling, grabbed A'mo and lifted him up.

"What are you doing!" Song Huiling exclaimed, stood up and was about to stop He Zhan.

At the same time, Yang also raised her hand and shouted for He Zhan to stop.

But their movements were still a beat too slow.

He Zhan held A'mo's shoulder tightly with one hand and grabbed his broken hand with the other hand and twisted it hard.

A crisp cracking sound was heard, and A'mo groaned in pain. His face turned pale in an instant, and a thin layer of sweat seeped out of his forehead due to the severe pain.

Then, He Zhan gently let go of his hand, and A'mo fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.

"Amo!" Yang shouted and quickly ran up to check the situation.

Song Huiling got excited, kicked his feet back, stretched out his palms and pushed towards He Zhan: "You even didn't let the child go, I will fight you, pervert!"

She tried her best, but her strength was like a chick pecking at rice against He Zhan. She didn't move him at all. Instead, she was pushed back by the rebounding force and was about to fall to the ground with her head on.

He Zhan stretched out his long arms, wrapped them around her slender waist, and pulled her back.

Song Huiling was stuck in the palm and couldn't move. He clenched his fist and smashed it on He Zhan's strong chest regardless. He complained dissatisfiedly: "Do you know what happened at home during the few days you were away? I was almost bullied by hooligans, and my mother was almost cheated out of everything. If it weren't for Ah Mo holding on at home, you might have come back to see two crazy women!"

Song Huiling's hands were sore from pounding, but He Zhan acted as if nothing had happened and just watched her go crazy.

She was so angry that she opened her mouth and bit He Zhan's shoulder hard.

This bite was like biting into an iron plate. She was in so much pain that her eyes were filled with tears and she was also suffocated. Why was this guy so hard everywhere?

"What do you mean by being bullied?" He Zhan grabbed Song Huiling's arms, gently pushed her away, and looked into her eyes.

The tears rolled around in her eyes, and then condensed into teardrops and fell. Song Huiling said angrily, "You finally remembered to ask? Look at what you have done to my savior?"

He Zhan frowned unhappily, raised his thumb and pressed it hard on the corner of Song Huiling's eye, then he restrained his strength and gently wiped away the tears around her eyes: "What's wrong with me fixing his bones?"

The low and calm voice revealed a kind of maturity and stability. Song Huiling's nose suddenly stopped twitching. He looked down and saw that A'mo raised his hand into the air and moved it several times back and forth, left and right, freely and flexibly, without any problem at all.

Song Huiling was slapped in the face very quickly. She lowered her head almost immediately and said in an extremely sincere manner: "I was wrong!"

He Zhan walked to the center of the room, lifted his right foot, and stood up the overturned stone bench. He sat down slowly, put his right index finger and middle finger together, and gently tapped the stone table twice, and said leisurely: "Tell me, what's going on?"

"It's just... this, that... and then..."

Song Huiling explained the whole story of A'mo's appearance and stay in the He family, but she deliberately concealed the part about her and Yang setting up a stall to do business.

Yang originally wanted to add something, but after Song Huiling gave her a pleading look, she stopped immediately.

He Zhan was already strongly opposed to setting up the stall. If he knew that she met the scoundrel while setting up the stall, he would probably scold her and say that she deserved it. He might even smash all the things she needed for the stall!

Song Huiling and Yang were kindhearted, but He Zhan was not a man who could be easily talked to. After hearing the cause of the incident, he looked at Ah Mo with a distant and indifferent expression: "Since ancient times, those who come to a house to repay a favor are mostly people with ulterior motives. You saved my wife, and I am very grateful. I will do my best to grant you a favor within my power, but there is absolutely no room for negotiation on the matter of you staying in my house."

A'Mo tugged at Song Huiling's sleeve, his brows furrowed, his eyelids drooped limply, and his lips tightly closed as if he was trying hard to restrain the emotions that were about to burst out.

Song Huiling felt that he was about to cry. In her mind, she associated him with the pitiful image of a homeless stray dog. She felt her heart swell and raised her hand to stop Ah Mo: "If you don't allow Ah Mo to stay in the He family, then throw me out too!"

The veins on He Zhan's forehead twitched slightly, and he tried his best to suppress his anger: "Do you really think I dare not?"

Song Huiling stared at He Zhan without blinking: "Don't forget, I have told Aunt Sun and the old woman next door that when you were on a secret military mission, someone asked you to take Ah-Mo back to the He family and take good care of him. Ah-Mo is a child that can't be driven away. If he squats at the door of the He family and is seen by the gossipy old woman next door, how are you going to explain and cover up your lie?"

When this was mentioned, He Zhan felt angry and amused at once. Song Huiling actually dared to make up a reason that might cost her life, such as carrying out a mission assigned by the Holy Spirit. What else would she not dare to do?