บท 907: Meeting Song Wenchuan

Upon hearing this, Song Yaoyao's mood lightened up a little.

She pouted her red lips and scratched Dopey's chin. The kitten that was about to slip away earlier snuggled in her arms and soon began to snore, squinting comfortably.

"But now that medicine is so advanced, and the Songs don't lack money, it's not impossible for her to recover," Tang Xinrou shrugged and said casually.

She didn't gloat over Song Jingwan's misfortune. At most, she felt that she had done too many bad things and had suffered retribution.

Song Yaoyao's black eyelashes drooped. The lights in the room shone through the gaps between her eyelashes, casting a row of light and shadows in her eyes.

It was quiet and tranquil.

Her entire body was emitting a pleasant aura.

That night, on the mountain, she had felt someone pushing her fiercely behind her back. Her head hit a rock, and her whole body was in pain. Lit by the bright lightning, Song Yaoyao saw a familiar face.