"Song Ergou, how dare you do it but not admit it?" Song Mei Qin screamed, "You know very well what you've done. My brother's death is definitely related to you. You're the one who studies potions; your concoctions are bizarre and extraordinary. To poison my brother would be as easy as lifting a finger for you. He must have been killed by you, absolutely!"
"You!"
Song Ergou was about to explode but suddenly heard a calm, deathly voice.
"Dad, don't say anymore."
Song Yun sat on the ground, looking at the elderly man in front of him, and said, "Grandpa just left, and I hope he can go peacefully."
"Alright."
