Mother Song took a chicken out of the refrigerator and when she pulled out the kitchen knife stuck on the cutting board and prepared to chop the chicken, she felt something outside the window out of the corner of her eye.
Song's mother hurriedly raised her head and looked outside.
She thought her son was back.
Finally, when she raised her eyes, she met Zaizai's eyes, which were staring at her coldly outside the window.
Mother Song was so frightened that she dropped the kitchen knife in her hand.
If she hadn't reacted quickly, she would have cut off the sole of her own foot with a kitchen knife.
Song's mother stared angrily at Zai Zai outside the window.
"Who are you?"
Due to his height, Zaizai could only barely expose his eyes to the window sill while standing on tiptoe with his small feet and head raised.
His eyes were extremely cold and his voice was fierce.
"I am a Zaizai! Grandma Song, why did you team up with outsiders to kill your daughter?"
Song's mother's pupils shrank and her eyes trembled.
Then he glared at Zaizai and roared.
"Where did you come from, little brat, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"My daughter Ranran is working outside and it's good! She even sent us money to celebrate the New Year before."
Zaizai pursed his lips and spoke coldly.
"If she is still talking, then who is in the foam box in the room on the right side of the fifth floor?"
Song’s mother: “…”
Mother Song suddenly bent down to pick up the kitchen knife that fell on the ground, and asked Zaizai with a twitch of muscles in the corner of her mouth.
"Little boy, who are you?"
Zaizai stared at her dissatisfied.
"I've said it all, I am my Zaizai!"
Song's mother's eyes flickered, she stared at Zaizai and asked again.
"Why are you at my house? Who are your parents? Why haven't I seen you?"
Of the male and female friends my son brought back at night, only one was married and had children.
But a son.
So where did this little brat come from?
Before Zaizai could say anything, Song's mother asked again.
"Are you Wu Hao's daughter?"
Zaizai shook his head quickly.
"No! Zaizai's father in the world is named Huo!"
Song's mother quickly searched in her mind for people named Huo in the nearby area or even in the entire county.
The surname Huo does not exist in their county.
So this kid is an outsider.
Still a girl!
Nor is she Wu Hao’s daughter!
That would be easy!
Zaizai outside the window finished speaking and relaxed his body directly.
It’s tiring to have my feet propped up all the time.
As soon as the little guy relaxed, only a black and fluffy head with a wisp of little fur sticking out of the window was left.
Mother Song looked at the dark little head and clenched the kitchen knife in her hand.
Song's father took his mobile phone from the living room and entered the kitchen.
Just when he was about to talk to Mama Song, Mama Song suddenly shook her head at him and her eyes became cold.
Father Song frowned.
Song's mother motioned him to look at the window over the kitchen counter with her eyes.
Father Song saw a handful of stupid hair, and when he looked down, he saw a dark... unknown thing.
Father Song frowned even more tightly.
Mother Song lowered her voice.
"A little girl of four or five years old knew the secret in the foam box in the room on the fifth floor."
Father Song's expression suddenly changed.
He took the kitchen knife from Mrs. Song's hand and walked out quickly.
Zaizai got tired of standing and decided to go into the living room on the first floor and wait for Uncle Wu and Aunt Wu to come down.
As a result, just as she was about to step through the door of the living room on the first floor, she saw Song's father rushing toward her with a kitchen knife.
Zaizai: "..."
Is this an attempt to silence someone?
When Zaizai was distracted, Song's father had already arrived in front of her.
He wanted to pick up the chubby child in front of him, cover her mouth, and find a place where no one was around to get rid of her, but he didn't expect that the child was so fat that he couldn't pick it up at all.
Father Song has some self-doubt.
Is he so weak?
Zaizai took the opportunity to let out a whimper.
"Grandpa Song, Song Zengyu is not your son!"
Song’s father was stunned on the spot.
"What did you say?"
Zaizai repeated it again.
"Zai Zai said, Song Zengyu is not your son, you..."
Zaizai stared at Father Song carefully.
"You are destined to be childless!"
Father Song was dumbfounded.
Mother Song came out of the kitchen.
"Old Song, are you okay?"
Zaizai turned away from Father Song.
"Grandma Song, are you okay?"
Song’s mother: “…”
Siblings Wu Ying and Wu Hao came down from upstairs.
He looked anxious.
"Zai Zai!"
Zaizai raised his little head and showed a cute smile.
"Aunt Wu, Uncle Wu, Zaizai is fine. The one who is in trouble is Aunt Wu and your sister-in-law."
Song’s father and Song’s mother: “…”
The two exchanged glances, with a bit of ruthlessness in their eyes.
"Xiaoying, this child..."
Before Wu Ying could speak, Wu Hao spoke quickly.
"Uncle Song, this is my friend's child! We have something to do today, so we'll leave first. I'll come back to greet you another day."
Mother Song stopped at the door and persuaded her with a smile.
"Haohao, since everyone is here and I'm ready to start cooking, why not have breakfast before leaving?"
Naturally, Wu Hao would not stay.
After all, there is still life in this family, and Father Song and Mother Song should know about it.
Although they were slow going downstairs just now, they happened to see Song's father pointing a kitchen knife at Zai Zai.
This is an attempt to kill people and silence them!
Wu Hao decisively refused.
"No need, I have something to do with the crew, so I have to rush there right away. I'll come back to see you two after I'm done."
Song's mother still wanted to stop her, but Song's father shook his head at him.
Song's mother looked at Song's father in confusion.
Father Song didn't look at her, but smiled very lovingly and talked to Wu Ying and Wu Hao.
"Work is important. It's just a meal. Come back when Haohao you are free."
Song’s mother: “…”
Even though Song's mother was full of doubts and worries, with Song's father's understanding, Wu Ying and Wu Hao left their house overnight with Zaizai.
As soon as they left, Song's mother's face turned completely cold.
"Song Zhibiao, what do you mean? Do you know what is in the foam box on the fifth floor?"
Song Zhibiao's eyes were full of cruelty.
"Zeng Yu is not at home. Wu Ying and Zeng Yu are not afraid of fighting. Now there is a tall brother here. What do you think our chances of winning are?"
Mother Song choked.
"But...if we just let them leave like this, what will we do?"
Song's father placed the kitchen knife on the window sill next to him and held her hand.
"Don't be afraid, I'm responsible for everything. No big deal... I'll take the blame!"
Song's mother was shocked.
"How about that?"
Father Song covered his face with his hands and stooped down.
"That's my daughter..."
Mother Song's eyes flashed and she stopped talking.
Father Song seemed to have thought of something and asked Mother Song.
"After they know the secret in the foam box on the fifth floor, they will definitely call the police."
Song's mother was excited.
"I'll send the foam box away right away."
Song's father held her back.
"I'm going! I'm very strong. I remember that when I went back to Wu Ying's parents' home and the police station, they were on the same road, a winding mountain road near the sea. It was midnight again..."
Song's mother immediately understood what Song's father meant.
"Wait, I'll call someone to get ready."
Father Song didn't say anything and hurried upstairs to the fifth floor.
On the winding mountain road near the sea, Zaizai, who was sitting in the back seat, made a soft sound.
"There is an ambush about a thousand meters ahead."
Wu Ying, who was driving, was puzzled.
"Is there an ambush? Are you filming a movie? We'll be at the police station in ten minutes."
Wu Hao spoke quickly.
"Sister, what Zaizai says is never wrong. I believe Zaizai."
After Wu Hao finished speaking, he looked at Zaizai again.
"Zai Zai, what do you think we should do?"
Zaizai blinked his big watery eyes.
"Uncle Wu, can we call the police?"
Wu Hao nodded.
"sure."
Zai Zai: "Then call the police, say someone here wants to harm us, and then tell the police uncles the specific locations of those bad guys."
Wu Ying wanted to say that she was not sure yet, but she saw that her younger brother had already taken out his mobile phone and dialed 110.
