"Mom, Dad, don't worry too much, life and death have their fates. There's nothing we can do, it's arranged by God."
Song Qinghe's words ignited a fury in the old man's heart.
"What are the four of you here for? To watch a joke. If you can't speak, then shut your mouth. Are you happy in your heart that something has happened to Moting and Xiaoxiao? What do you mean life and death have their fates? How could something happen to him so young?
And arranged by God! If God were that free, why wouldn't he arrange something for you? You've done so many immoral things and you're still living well, so why must my grandson die?
I think you're deliberately cursing your own son."
The old man lost his temper, cursing Song Qinghe until he was drenched in verbal abuse.
Mrs. Song pursed her lips, thinking that the old man was being unreasonable. What happened to Song Moting was not caused by them.
Taking it out on them from time to time, who knows what he's trying to achieve.
