Fresh and tender little Tianhou: Uncle, hold me tight!

Chapter 378 Either go to jail or die

Meng Yinyin knew that Song Tingyue should not be forced to make a choice.

But she couldn't get along with Song's mother peacefully.

Mama Song had already caused her grandfather to suffer from brain congestion before, and she did not hold Mama Song accountable. This time, she would not forgive Mama Song again.

Killing people pays for their lives, even if Song's mother survives, she will spend the rest of her life in prison.

Song Tingyue's eyebrows were tightly locked: "Yinyin, I will investigate this matter thoroughly. If it is really my mother's responsibility, I will not favor her."

"Do you still need to check? I have surveillance video here. You can see clearly whether it is your mother's responsibility!"

Meng Yinyin said and threw the phone to Song Tingyue.

Just now Leng Muran sent the video to her, and she could clearly see that it was Song's mother who pushed her grandfather down the stairs.

Leng Moran went to help her grandfather get the medicine, and the grandfather sat on a chair and waited for him.

But in just a few minutes, something happened.

Meng Yinyin regretted it endlessly.

If she hadn't gone to Song Tingyue and stayed with Leng Muran in the hospital with Grandpa, perhaps nothing would have happened to Grandpa.

The more Song Ting watched the video, his complexion became colder and his eyes became deeper and deeper.

He couldn't help but admit that it was a matter of iron and nail.

It was indeed his mother who pushed Mr. Meng down the stairs.

It was indeed as his mother said, she pushed him when Mr. Meng was pulling her.

Mr. Meng seemed very excited to see his mother, and kept talking, but the video noise was too loud and he couldn't hear clearly.

Meng Yinyin held back her tears and asked coldly, "Do you still want to defend your mother? She insulted me again and again, and I endured it, but this time, I won't bear it anymore. Your mother must Go to jail and pay for my grandfather's life!"

"Voice..."

With his mother on one side and his beloved woman on the other, Song Tingyue was in a dilemma.

If it was someone else who died, Song Tingyue would ask his own lawyer team to settle the matter, at most he would lose some money, and he would not have to go to jail at all.

But now, it was Mr. Meng who died, Meng Yinyin's relatives, and the lawyer team seemed to be unable to do anything.

"If your mother doesn't go to jail, I don't want to see you again!"

Meng Yinyin left this sentence and turned around and walked towards Leng Moran.

Her thin back is even more desolate and determined.

Song Tingyue knew that he was not welcome here, so he drove home.

When he entered the door and saw Mama Song sitting on the sofa drinking bird's nest, his first words were: "Mom, you go and surrender yourself!"

Mother Song's eyes widened suddenly, and she jumped up: "I'm not going to surrender. I didn't kill anyone. Why did I surrender? It was an accident. Mr. Meng was holding me tightly. I...I was defending myself!"

After she finished speaking, she turned her head and threw herself into Father Song's arms: "Husband, look at what kind of son you are, to ask your mother to surrender himself."

Song Tingyue asked with a sullen face, "Why is Mr. Meng grabbing you, and what did he say?"

"I don't remember." Song's mother shrank into her husband's arms with a guilty conscience: "His brain is not working well, and he talks incoherently. I didn't understand what he said."

Song Tingyue said in a cold voice: "If you don't stimulate Mr. Meng, he won't have a sudden brain congestion, which will cause his brain to fail. Mom, you go and surrender yourself, don't make any more mistakes!"

"How can a son like you actually ask his mother to surrender? Is it Meng Yinyin's idea? I said, she is a broom star and a villain. She must make our family ruined to be happy!"

Song's mother hurriedly shirked the responsibility: "Meng Yinyin's fate is really hard. She beat her parents to death, and now she even beat her grandfather to death."

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