Chapter 2187

Originally, Tianming and Honor father and son were already in a nervous breakdown. Hearing that Charlie was about to invite Mr. Song, the two of them trembled violently as if struck by lightning.

At this time, the common subtext in the hearts of the father and son is: “Isn’t the old man already suffering from dementia? He can’t even control his bowel and urine. Why did Charlie get him here at this time?”

Tianming felt a little bit uncomfortable. Desperately thought in his heart: “Could it be that the old things have been restored to their original condition?! Isn’t this all over?!” As he

was thinking, the Song family’s chief butler, Yu Bo, accompanied Mr. Song and walked in.

At this time, Mr. Song, with a vigorous body and a cold complexion, did not seem to have Alzheimer’s.

Tianming and Honor were even more frightened and flustered. They couldn’t understand in any case. Why did Mr. Song, who was still in the hospital this morning and peeing his pants in front of them, is now back? !

As soon as Mr. Song entered the conference hall, he glared at the father and son Tianming and Honor with fierce eyes, and angrily reprimanded: “Bast@rd! Do you two think you can cover the sky with your hands?! You dared to murder and even dared to give me medicine. Do you not have the slightest humanity?!”

Tianming’s, a scared soul, was not possessed, and he knelt all the way to Father Song, crying and said, “Dad, I’m wrong, dad I should die. I have an evil heart, I know I was wrong! Please forgive me once, Dad!”

Old man Song yelled angrily: “Spare you? You still have the face to ask me to spare you?! Do you know, in the family law formulated by my ancestors of the Song family, what you committed is a capital crime!”

Tianming cried and said, “Dad, I did make a big mistake, but I was forced to be helpless!”

“You filth!”

Old man Song roared, Xuan even raised his hand and slapped Tianming!

Tianming covered his face and cried: “Dad! Think about it, I am your eldest son! The eldest son! According to the rules of our ancestors since ancient times, the eldest son should inherit the position, but why don’t you let me be Song Patriarch? Why let Warnia a yellow-haired girl be the Patriarch of the Song Family? If you let me be the Patriarch of the Song Family, why would I make such a big mistake?”

Old Song anxious raised his hand and slapped Tianming again: “You Damn thing! you still find all kinds of excuses. If it wasn’t for Master’s generous help and strategizing, Warnia would have been killed by your father and son! I was poisoned by you to become Alzheimer’s! Do you think you can justify this matter?”

Honor, in order to protect himself, cried and said to Grandpa Song: “Grandpa, I always follow Dad’s instructions. He arranged for me to do everything. Please see that I am your progeny, the eldest grandson, for that sake, spare me this time, “

Mr. Song pointing to Honor, angrily:” brazen, no kidding, adding insult to injury. The father so is the scum son like you, “

He looked at the father and son and said coldly: “You two are the scum of the Song family. If you commit such a serious crime, you must face the consequences according to the family law! It is useless for anyone to intercede!”

Then he looked at Yu Bo beside him, He blurted out: “Old Yu, you have been in the Song family for many years. Tell me, according to the Song family’s family law, how should these two people be handled?!”

Yu Bo sternly said: “According to the first article of the Song family’s family law: Those who try to kill the father, must be killed!”

Honor almost fainted in fright, crying: “Grandpa! Now it is a modern society under the rule of law, not the feudal society from old times. You have no right to kill us! If you do, you will be shooting yourself in the foot!”

Tianming also choked up: “Dad, if you don’t want to spare us, then send us to the judicial department! Let the judicial department try it impartially, no matter how many years they sentence us to, we all will accept that.”

Tianming knew very well in his heart that even if his and his son’s crimes were prosecuted, they would never touch the boundaries of the death penalty.

He thought to himself: “After all, my son and I didn’t kill people with our own hands. The real killers were the murderers like Hashimoto from Japan.”