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Song Youan didn't give the other party any face as soon as he opened his mouth.

He used to act cool in front of his father and me every day, looking down on everyone, but today he actually ran straight to their house to ask for a house?

"Are you asking us to use our own house to help you get a loan? Even a carbon-based creature wouldn't think of such a thing, would it?" Song Youan laughed in anger, ignoring Guo Wanfang's sullen expression. "And you're still so righteous? Aren't you ashamed?"

"Youan, uncle has to correct you. He is borrowing, not asking for it." Song Feng said.

Song Youan turned her head to look at him. Her second uncle was usually the most cunning, smooth-talking and eloquent. He might have given the old lady some magic potion to lure her to bring them here.

"Borrow? That's really rare. Second uncle's family is so wealthy, and there's actually a day when he wants to borrow something from us."

Song Youan sneered as he said this: "I can't borrow it. You can borrow it from whoever you want."

The old lady was furious when she heard this: "How can you have the final say? I bought this house in the first place!"

Song Qi slowly raised his head and looked at the old lady, his eyes full of fatigue.

This house was indeed bought by the old couple for his marriage, but all three sons own it. His is the most remote, smallest and cheapest.

"Mom, this is the only house I have left. Do you really want to take it back?" Song Qi stared at the old lady and asked.

His tone was calm, and no emotion could be detected in it, but Song Youan could sense the trembling in his voice.

She felt distressed, and her hatred for these people deepened.

"mom……"

Song Feng called the old lady in an almost pleading tone, as if a switch somewhere in her body was suddenly turned on.

The old lady raised her head, her eyes deliberately avoiding Song Qi and looking out the window: "Yes, I want it back. I'll ask your second brother to return it to you after this deal is done."

Song Qi suddenly smiled and nodded slightly.

"Okay, this house was bought by you and Dad. If you want it back, I'll give it back to you."

He stood up as he spoke. Song Youan wanted to get closer, but he just raised his hand: "It's okay, Youan, Dad is okay."

He dragged his feet into the inner room, and soon came out with the property deed in his hand and stood in front of the old lady: "I'll give it back to you."

Song Youan watched, and this time she didn't say anything nor stop him, because she vaguely felt her father's intention, that he was severing ties with everyone in the Song family.

And this is what she hopes for.

The Song family had long since lost its place for her and her father. She knew this when no one from the Song family showed up at her mother's funeral when she was seven years old.

My father has been struggling for all these years to hold on to the illusory family affection, and today he finally sees it clearly.

The old lady seemed to have not expected Song Qi to take out the property certificate so readily. She was stunned for a moment, and an indescribable emotion flashed through her heart.

Seeing this, Song Feng stepped forward and took the property certificate, smiling happily: "He is still my brother, don't worry, Third Brother, I..."

Before he could finish his words, Song Qi interrupted him: "No need to return it. This is given to you by your parents. It was never mine in the first place."

"Mom." Song Qi looked at the old lady and said softly, "You'an and I won't be going back. You don't have anything else left with me, so don't come to me anymore. I'll transfer the alimony to you every month via WeChat, and the rest..."

Having said this, Song Qi's eyes turned red. He didn't continue talking, but walked into the bedroom without looking back and closed the door.

"What's that Third Brother saying in anger?" Song Feng said hurriedly upon seeing this: "It's okay, Mom. I'll tell him later. He seems to be severing ties with us."

Instead of feeling guilty, the old lady was very angry at Song Qi's words.

"You are such an unfilial son! You don't even recognize me as your mother!" The old lady started howling, and Song Feng and his wife hurried forward to comfort her.

Song Youan looked at them coldly and said, "Stop making so much noise! Take your things and get out of here!"

With that, several people fell silent at the same time.

Song Feng looked at Song Youan and said, "Youan, you're going too far. How can you be so..."

"Get out!" Song Youan interrupted Song Feng and said it again coldly.

"Did I give you face?"

Song Feng looked angry and was about to step forward, but unexpectedly a figure blocked his way.

Yan Fei's face was gloomy and his expression was very terrifying, which scared Song Feng so much that he couldn't help but take two steps back.

"You...who are you?"

Yan Fei's eyes were cold, and coupled with his innate ferocity, he extinguished the anger in Song Feng's heart with just one encounter.

"I told you to get out, didn't you hear me?" Yan Fei spoke up to help Song Youan kick the guests out.

Song Feng's small figure stood in front of Yan Fei like a little chicken. How could he dare to provoke him? He only saw his throat moving a little, and timidly avoided Yan Fei's gaze, turned around and pulled the old lady up: "Let's go, Mom, we are not welcome here."

The old lady wiped the tears from her eyes and said, "What sin have I committed to raise such an unfilial son..."

As soon as they stepped out of the door, Yan Fei stepped forward and closed the door without saying a word.

Feeling warmth on her hand, Song Youan looked down and found that it was the puppy in her arms licking her.

"Are you okay?"

Yan Fei stepped forward and asked. He had just been standing at the door listening. Although he was an outsider, he understood such a simple thing.

However, every family has its own problems. Although he had doubts in his heart, he naturally didn't dare to ask for the specific reasons.

Song Youan shook his head and was about to go see his father when the bedroom door opened.

Song Qi came out and smiled at Song Youan: "Are they gone?"

"Yeah." Song Youan nodded and walked over to him and handed the puppy in her arms: "Dad, I bought you a Schnauzer."

"Thank you, girl." Song Qi took it with a smile, as if what just happened had not happened at all. He held the dog and looked at Yan Fei: "Hello, young man."

"Hello uncle, my name is Yan Fei." Yan Fei greeted him quickly with a smile on his face.

"Dad, this is my friend."

Song Qi nodded, but his eyes never left Yan Fei. This was the first opposite-sex friend Song Youan brought home, so as a father, he naturally had to pay more attention to him.

"Then stay for dinner. I just bought some food when I came back."

Yan Fei looked at Song Youan, as if he was going to listen to her.

Seeing Song Youan nod, he said, "Okay, thank you uncle."

Soon, busy sounds came from the kitchen, and the puppy was staggering around the house. Yan Fei sat alone on the sofa, listening to the movements in the kitchen with his ears perked up.

Song Youan leaned against the kitchen door and watched his father beating eggs. He asked, "After the house is transferred, you can move in with me first."

"Forget it. I don't have to go to work if I live with you. Don't worry about me. I'll figure it out on my own."

As soon as he finished speaking, the egg liquid was poured into the pot, and the fragrance immediately filled the house.