Song Xuan stares at Shen Ma: "why should I kneel down? I haven't made any mistakes."

Will mother Shen take care of her? She kicked her leg directly. Song Xuan turned pale with pain. Her leg became soft. She knelt down on the futon with a plop.

Her hands were all over her stomach, and her eyes were full of fear. Her children, her children, must not have any mistakes.

Shen Ma Yin and Yang strange way: "you have to be obedient to others. Just kneel down, isn't it?"

Song Xuan's breathing is uneven. She lowers her eyes and tries her best not to have more conflicts with this cruel old woman.

She knew that these people were trying to find fault. The more she resisted, the more they suppressed.

But unexpectedly, even if she did not resist, the man did not intend to let her go.

Shen Ma bowed her head and grabbed the putuan under her leg. Song Xuan looked at her in amazement. Shen's mother fiercely said, "this is the Pu Tuan used by the old lady. You should kneel down on it and get out of my way."

Song Xuan shakes her head, no way. The ground is made of marble. The marble is hard and the weather is cold. She is not sure how long she will kneel. But she knows that kneeling on the marble floor for a long time will definitely do great harm to her children.

Shen's mother gave her a shove: "things that don't have a long memory."

Song Xuan was pushed aside, and the futun under her leg was taken away by him. Mother Shen said coldly to the two big men: "give me a good life. Look at her. The posture should be correct. As long as she is slack, she should be well disciplined. Our old lady is the most rule-abiding person. The younger generation is supposed to set rules on them, OK?"

The big men nodded and said they knew.

Then, Shen Ma left the ancestral hall haughtily.

Song Xuan kneels down there in despair.

She didn't know how long Tang Laofu asked her to kneel. She only knew that kneeling down like this was definitely not the way.

She can only hope in her small ran, small ran see she does not go back, should be alert.

However, Mr. Councillor, now in Kyoto, far water can't save near fire. Who else can openly confront this old lady Tang?

Song Xuan can't stop getting cold.

She's afraid. She's really a little scared.

The memories of her childhood came like a flood again. It was her childhood nightmare. It was terrible. It was really terrible.

At six o'clock in the evening, song ran was still lying in bed. She had insomnia last night and had no appetite during the day. She vomited and vomited. At this time, she was very tired and wanted to lie down.

Wu Ma and Gao Yun downstairs are so anxious that they can't rest. Song Xuan has been taken away by those people for a long time. Why hasn't he been sent back?

There's no accident, right? She is still pregnant, but there must be nothing wrong with her, or they will have a big crime.

Gao Yun couldn't sit still. She said to Wu Ma, "why don't you tell Xiao ran, she should know where that old man Tang's family is. She hasn't sent Xiaoxuan back yet. Let's go to ask for someone by ourselves."

Wu Ma worried: "but Xiaoran just had a baby, and her fetal image is still unstable. She said that she didn't sleep well last night. I..."

Just then, Yang Haitao came back. As soon as he took off his overcoat and put down his briefcase, he saw that Wu Ma came in a hurry and said, "Haitao, it's not good..."

Yang Haitao turned to look at her: "what's the matter? It's Xiaoxuan. What can I do for you

Wu Ma nodded: "Xiaoxuan, she was taken away."