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"Making the decision?"

Song Youan leaned back in his chair casually and said with a smile, "You're not Jesus, you really can't make the decision!"

The old lady had a quick temper to begin with, and at this moment she was so angry at Song Youan that she felt as if there was a breath stuck in her chest, and she couldn't win the argument.

"Mom, don't be angry." Song Feng was being filial again. He quickly patted the old lady on the back, and looked at Song Qi with a reproachful look on his face and said, "Look, Third Brother, you don't care about You'an. How can you talk to grandma like that?"

Song Qi's eyes showed concern, and he moved his mouth but finally hardened his heart: "It's all because of you guys."

"You asked for a house, and I gave it to you. If it weren't for the help of Yuan's friends, I wouldn't know where I'd be sleeping right now. Have you ever considered me?"

"Today you're targeting Youan again. I won't agree to this no matter what. That's the guarantee that Youan's aunt has given her for the rest of her life. No one can take advantage of this."

Song Youan felt relieved after hearing this. It was a rare occasion for his father to be so tough in front of the Song family.

"Third brother, do you still recognize me as your mother? Do you still recognize your second brother and his wife? Do you still recognize this family?" The old lady shouted with chest tightness and shortness of breath. She slammed the table every time she spoke, causing the store owner and the waiter to hide behind the counter to watch the fun.

Song Youan widened his eyes slightly, showing an expression of shock and laughter.

What is this? Is it a value system? Is it moral kidnapping?

She knew her father. Even if he dared to think about such a sharp question, he would not dare to say it out loud.

She interrupted and said, "Come on, take a break. You should calm down. You're so angry at your age. If something goes wrong, won't the business owner be in trouble?"

"Stop using moral blackmail here. I have no morals, and it's useless to me!"

"You're just making a fool of yourself. In short, don't even think about taking my things, because it's useless. If you really can't make ends meet, don't expand your business so much. If you really need money, ask my uncle. He's the legitimate son of the Song family, not my father, who was kicked out."

After saying that, Song Youan pulled his father up, rolled his eyes at the few people, and walked out.

The old lady was so angry that she wailed and shouted without saying a word: "What a sin! How unfilial..."

Song Youan pushed the door open and left with Song Qi with an expressionless face.

Guo Wanfang was annoyed by the old lady's howling and immediately said, "Okay, Mom, everyone has left."

The voice stopped abruptly, but the old lady was obviously very angry with Song Youan. She kept covering her chest and breathing heavily.

Song Feng's face looked extremely ugly. He had originally thought that he could just control the third brother, but he didn't expect that his niece was so difficult to deal with. As a result, the third brother was as hard as a stinky stone today.

"Husband, did you see it?" Guo Wanfang asked.

Song Feng frowned: "What did you see?"

"A bag!" Guo Wanfang whispered, "The bag Youan was carrying just now is made of rare Hermès crocodile leather. Just the matching price alone starts at one million to get a spot."

Song Feng frowned when he heard this and said hesitantly, "It's fake, right?"

"You can say I don't understand other things, but how can I not understand the bag?" Guo Wanfang said with certainty: "It's real, and it has a diamond buckle. It must cost two or three million to get it."

"How can it be……"

Guo Wanfang pulled Song Feng over and whispered in his ear, "I'm telling you, she must be being kept. Have you forgotten I mentioned before that she spent over 600,000 yuan at a Chanel counter alone without blinking an eye?"

"What do you think that could be? He must be spending other people's money without blinking an eye!"

Song Feng blinked solemnly, and after a while he said, "According to what you said, the person who spent money on her must be very powerful."

Otherwise, how could it be possible that buying a bag would cost millions.

"Of course!" Guo Wanfang nodded with certainty.

Putting aside other things, they cannot deny that Song Youan is beautiful. Plus, she knows how to dress, so it would be very easy for her to find a rich man.

"Let's think of a solution slowly." Song Feng murmured after a while.

On the way home, Song Qi sat in the back seat again without saying a word. In just a few days, his heart was hurt again and again by the Song family. At this moment, he looked like he had lost all hope in life.

Song Youan didn't care at all. She found it quite funny that they could have such a grand dream. She just regarded it as a way to explore the lower limits of human beings and to relieve their busy and tiring lives.

"Dad, you were quite tough just now." Song Youan spoke easily, not wanting his father to have too much psychological burden.

Song Qi sighed deeply and said, "Why are you being so tough? You've even let someone bully your own daughter."

"Not really. It's impossible for them to bully me. I've never been bullied in my life, and it won't happen again." Song Youan said with a smile: "Dad, why are our personalities so different?"

Song Qi glanced at his daughter and said softly, "You are like your mother. You have the same temper as her."

This is also the reason why his wife is not welcomed in the Song family. He has been used to swallowing his anger since he was a child, but since he got married, someone else has made the decisions, and the Song family has become unhappy.

Later, as Youan grew up, perhaps it was because the Song family saw the shadow of her mother in her that the other members of the family disliked her.

Song Youan was slightly stunned. The images of her mother in her childhood were very few in her mind. If it weren't for the photos in the album, she might have forgotten what her mother looked like.

"Dad, you should change your job." Song Youan suddenly spoke.

Song Qi was stunned. He looked at his daughter with a slightly surprised expression and asked in surprise, "How did you know our factory was going to close?"

Song Youan was also stunned when he heard this: "I don't know."

In one sentence, the driver was amused.

Song Youan took the opportunity to ask back, "Is your auto repair shop going to go bankrupt?"

Song Qi sighed and nodded: "Well, the performance is not good, the boss wants to change careers, and it is estimated that it will not last until the National Day."

"That's perfect," Song Youan said quickly. "The old lady at your factory knows your address. They might come back to cause trouble for you in the future. Why not take this opportunity to find a new job?"

"It's not that easy. I'm already over 40 years old and have been working in auto repair for half my life. I don't know anything else, so it's hard to find a job."

"You can't say that. You've been working in auto repair for so many years, which means you know a lot about cars. You can do anything related to cars!" Song Youan said.

The driver interrupted and said, "If you can't do that, you can drive a ride-hailing car. You can make a lot of money in a month by driving six or seven hours a day."

Song Qi shook his head. He had to buy a new car to drive an online car-hailing service. He couldn't drive a Mercedes-Benz, as it belonged to someone else.

Song Youan looked at his father's worried face through the rearview mirror. He hesitated for a moment and said jokingly, "If you ask me, Dad, don't go to work anymore. I'll support you!"