Song Yaoyao was amused. Her eyes darkened. "If I know nothing. What about you? Apart from complaining about others, what do you know?"

As she spoke, she started approaching.

"I worked hard to drag him back from the brink of death. Did I do that so you could kick him around like a sandbag?"

Zhou Manli saw Song Yaoyao's eyes and felt a little scared. Her throat began to hurt. "He is my son. I would never hurt him."

"Ha, are you worthy of being a mother?" Song Yaoyao laughed in disdain. She glanced at Zhou Manli and threatened, "Do you want me to drag you out? Or will you leave on your own? Huh?"

The risk of death overwhelmed her again. Zhou Manli's throat began to hurt. "Song Yaoyao, you're quite capable now, aren't you?"

Song Yaoyao shrugged arrogantly. "Who told you to dislike me but not have the ability to get rid of me?"

This was the honest truth. Zhou Manli was speechless. Her feelings for this daughter were complex. She was afraid of her, but she also hated her.

"Now, tell your people to leave the same way that they arrived. Song Wenchuan is staying here; he's not going anywhere!"

Song Yaoyao narrowed her eyes, pointed her finger, and her voice was cold.

If Song Wenchuan was the same as the rest of the Song Family, Song Yaoyao would not care about his life and death. But...

When it came to this matter, she had to get involved!

"Do you want him to be in a vegetative state forever? This hospital won't be able to save him!" Zhou Manli screamed.

Song Yaoyao ignored her. "Huo Jiu, help me throw her out."

Huo Jiu nodded. "Yes, Miss Song."

Because Song Yaoyao always attracted trouble, Huo Yunque allocated Huo Jiu to her and let her order him around as she liked.

"You wouldn't dare!"

Song Yaoyao was amused. "Let's just watch and see!"

Before her voice even fell, Huo Jiu had already begun to drag the woman away.

"Don't let me see you here again; otherwise..." she narrowed her eyes threateningly.

"Let me go! You piece of trash! You deserve to die..." Zhou Manli ignored her own image and fought, while the hospital treated her like a joke.

Everyone knew by now that Mrs. Song was abnormal! Her son was in this state, but rather than letting him recover in peace, she was trying to force him overseas for treatment.

Did she think he was living too long? Wasn't she afraid that he would lose his life as soon as he boarded the plane?

What a joke!

Wei Yuanfan sighed and spoke even more politely to Song Yaoyao, "Miss Song, it's lucky you were here."

Song Yaoyao smiled sweetly and retrieved her arrogance. "You're being too polite. Uncle Wei, you can just call me by my name. I will have to trouble you to take care of my brother from now on. Thank you."

"No trouble at all."

Wei Yuanfan quickly waved his hand and sighed.

How could two people from the same mother be so different?

"I'll go check on him."

Wei Yuanfan quickly nodded his head. "I'll take you."

After a busy day, Song Yaoyao finally remembered about Meng Qiqi on the way home.

Only God knew how Meng Qiqi's day passed; she was already on the brink of a breakdown. She didn't tell a single person about Luo Xinguang's voice message and the 50 autographs that Song Yaoyao had.

Although she was really happy, she respected their privacy.

Now that she had received a voice message from Luo Xinguang, she no longer had any regrets in life.

If she simply received a message from a voice that sounded like her idol, she may have suspected that it was an imposter. But combined with the thick stack of autographs that Song Yaoyao showed her...