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The old lady panted for a moment, then raised a trembling hand and wiped her eyes with her sleeve.

A girl quickly came up from behind and helped the old lady deal with it.

A moment later, the old lady smiled at Yang Mu.

It had to be said that this face that had experienced many vicissitudes of life was quite curable when smiling.

"Youngster, don't do anything. Listen to what I have to say."

Yang Mu did not continue to kill, but in reality, he had given Wen Shijia face.

Hadn't she gone out of her way to get an old lady just to stop her killing?

Since it was like this, he might as well listen and see if this old lady could persuade him. Anyway, the two people he should kill had already been killed.

"I am called Madam Song, the grandmother of Song Liren, Song Lihe, and Song Lixing."

"I didn't marry into the Song Family. My father had three sons and one daughter, but all three brothers died young, so the family property fell to me. That's why when I joined the marriage recruitment, the children still had the same surname."

When Yang Mu heard this, he was a little fed up.

In the future, if Wen Sijia gave birth to a child for him, then the child's surname must be the same as his.

Although his surname wasn't necessarily Yang, Yang Mu didn't have much respect for his own ancestors, and they didn't protect him.

"In my own life, I had one or two girls. My two daughters both married far away to other countries, and now it's unknown whether they live or die. "My only son also died when he was 50. The ones supporting our family are my three grandsons and a few great-grandchildren."

"Sigh, they were all obedient children when they were young, but when they grew up, they had their own thoughts. I can't judge if they are good or bad, anyway, they are still obedient in front of me."

"Youngster, I heard that you're Stella's son-in-law?"

"You don't need to answer this question. It doesn't mean anything to you, but it does to me. "Sijia is a good girl. Regardless of whether your son-in-law is fake or not, since she was able to make you stay in her family for two years, it proves that she actually recognizes you."

Yang Mu and Wen Sijia were stunned.

Yang Mu looked at Wen Sijia and felt that something was off. In the past two years, he had only seen her a few times, and she had even acknowledged him?

Wen Sijia was very vexed; she didn't think that the old lady was right. However, after careful consideration, she was unable to retort. If she hated Yang Mu, she would have driven him away a long time ago.

The old lady continued:

"Ahh, since she approves of you, I feel that you are, in essence, a person who has similar values as me. The old lady will rely on her seniority to sell off her elders and talk about my matters."

"Mrs. Song is ninety-three years old. In this life, she has no qualms about herself, no difficulties with her family, no problems with her neighbors, no problems with society and no problems with the country. I never showed off myself, but I did do a lot of things … "

He had to admit that this old lady was not simple. At such an age, she could easily explain things.

She told him what she had done.

How many schools had been built, how many children had been helped out of school, how many nursing homes had been built, and how many lonely old people had been cared for.

How many roads she has invested in building, how many people she has helped lift out of poverty.

How many people have been paid for by the foundation, and how many families have not been separated.

After speaking for more than ten minutes, the old lady waved for the people behind her to bring a thick account book and passed it over to Yang Mu.

"I've recorded all of these. I've got every single stroke. The old lady originally wanted to bring these items to the grave, but she didn't expect that she would have to tell this young one today."

"Sigh, I just want to tell you that I'm a good person. Not only do I say it myself, you can ask around in this circle and no one will disagree."

"In the future, do you think that a person like me should have no descendants? It's fine if you've already killed them, but if the remaining people, my grandson, and my great-grandson, are all dead, then the Song Clan really won't have much left. "

"So, young one, if you really can't let me go, then push me down along with this wheelchair."

"Of course, if you can put it down, this matter will be over from now on. No matter who you kill, the Song Family won't seek revenge on you. The old lady will hand the family over to my grandson, Song Li, who is the father of Song Jun. Oh yeah, his wife wasn't Song Jun's real mother, she was his stepmother. This stepmother has never been good to Song Jun. She must be secretly happy to see him dead, so she won't encourage Song Li to seek revenge on you! "Young one, since the old lady's words are so clear, can you let the Song Family go?"

The old lady spoke very clearly, her voice moving.

Everyone present felt pity for the Song Family.

Wen Sijia's gaze fell on Yang Mu, and was filled with curiosity.

Yang Mu knew what she meant and was waiting for him to make a choice.

This was going to be difficult.

Yang Mu picked up the book and read the contents written on it. After a while, he laughed, and it was an exaggerated laugh. He laughed till he bent over, and even used his hands to cover his stomach as he squatted there.

Everyone felt strange. Why was he laughing like this? It was as if he was crazy!

Yang Mu only calmed down after laughing for three minutes.

Wen Sijia trembled inwardly when she saw Yang Mu's expression.

His face was very red, and the killing intent in his eyes was even deeper than before, as if he had turned into a wild beast in an instant.

How could this be?

The reason he brought old lady Song over was to save the Song Family and Waterflame. However, Yang Mu's intentions seemed to be even more enraged, as if he wanted to devour everything.

Yang Mu stood up and slowly walked to the front of the old lady as he stared at her.

The old lady and Yang Mu looked at each other; it was obvious that he had a serious killing intent.

The old lady did not understand why he would undergo such a change.

Even though she had experienced a lot in her life, she still couldn't see through the man in front of her.

"What are you doing?"

Suddenly, after a delicate shout, Yang Mu was pushed away from the old lady.

The person who came was a twenty-three or twenty-four year old woman. She looked very dignified and beautiful.

Of course Wen Sijia knew her. Song Lixing's wife, Zheng Yuan Niang, was rumored to have a good relationship with her and were extremely respectful to her.

She probably rushed here because she just received the news that Song Lixing was killed.

It was a pity that Yang Mu didn't seem to have any feelings for the flowers; look at his ferocious appearance.

Wen Sijia began to reassess the matter of letting Yang Mu lead the troops into the castle. His ruthlessness was beyond Wen Sijia's imagination and beyond her ability to bear it.

"What?"

Of course, Wen Sijia didn't think that Yang Mu would harm her. However, she was still nervous when standing so close to Yang Mu.

"After having a match with your husband and wife, I know that you have received a good education since you were young. You began to travel the world at a young age, returned to your country, studied for four years, and went to school abroad. Do you know what I've been through? "

"You know I'm not interested in you."

Wen Sijia felt that what she said was the truth. Yang Mu gave a self-deprecating smile and said:

"Yes, why would a proud daughter of heaven like you be interested in someone like me? "Alright, I originally wanted to tell you about my matter. Since that's the case, I won't say anymore."

Wen Sijia felt depressed.

So he wanted to tell her about his experiences.

If she had known earlier, she would have let him say it. She really wanted to know now!

Perhaps once she knew about his past, she would know why the Jade Buddha that she lost so many years ago appeared in his hands!

Although Wen Sijia was regretful, Yang Mu had indeed changed his mind. Thus, he returned to the side of the heavens and showed her the notebook he had given her.

"The ambitious orphanage in the north of the city, the Honglou orphanage in the south of the city, and the dream orphanage in Jiangxi were all created by you?"

Madam Song didn't understand. She just nodded her head quickly.

Yang Mu's expression turned even colder as he softly said,

"You set up an orphanage. Do you really care about it?"

"Mind? "It's alright for the old woman to seek revenge …"

"What the f * ck!" "I ask you, fourteen years ago, there was a girl named Aya in Zhuang Zhi orphanage. Do you know what she went through?"

"Fourteen years ago …"

Madame Song was slightly stunned.

Fourteen years ago, Mrs. Song was also seventy-nine years old. She only paid for charity, but many things were done by others. Of course, she didn't know many details, and it was impossible for her to know that there was a child named Aya who was once adopted by an orphanage.

"Old woman, I don't know if you really know or are pretending, or if you've already forgotten! "Alright, let me tell you the story of this Aya."

Yang Mu straightened his body and paced back and forth in front of the wheelchair a few times. He seemed to recall something before he began to talk.

At this time, there were still many people on the balcony, including Chu Hong and the rest.

They all pricked up their ears, not knowing what had just happened.

Why did Yang Mu mention fourteen years ago all of a sudden?

And how old was Yang Mu fourteen years ago?

Chu Hong was calculating, he seemed to be only seven years old?

What could a seven year old like him know? He still remembered what had happened after so many years. How amazing!

The seven-year-old Yang Mu obviously knew a lot of things, because he had already wandered the society for more than three years.

Perhaps his IQ wasn't high enough, but the tiny Yang Mu had some instincts in order to survive.

It was a large metal garbage can, square and with an opening at the top.

Hiding in the trash can didn't mean that the place was safe, but that there was food.

Of course, that was because it was actually quite safe. It was also very safe. No one would notice it.

After running for two years, he still didn't understand much about this world and was afraid of anything. A kitten and a puppy could already make him run for a few streets, but fortunately, he was born to run fast.

That year, a seven-year-old boy met a girl.

He thought she was a monster, so he ran with all his might.

The little girl was a little older than she was, and when she saw the dirty child steal a pair of shoes she had left on the balcony, she ran after him.

After all, she was two years older than him and the little boy had a guilty conscience, so he fell down while running. The little girl ran over and sat on his body. This beating …