My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

ed them, and escorted them outside.

At this moment, Song Zhuohai’s phone suddenly ran.
After a while, his expressions changed abruptly.

“Wait!” Song Zhuohai said a few things to the person on the other side of the call, then shouted loudly to stop the few bodyguards who were sending the two of them out.

“Song Zhuolan, did you ask Master Li to run? Tell me!”

Song Zhuohai rushed forward furiously and seized Song Zhuolan by her neck with one hand fiercely, questioning her in an angry tone.

Song Zhuolan’s face flushed as she was strangled by him.
She struggled and tried to release the hand that was squeezing her neck.

Although Ye Nambo hated Song Zhuolan a little in his mind for making him lose the Song family, his great support, he also knew that he wouldn’t get any benefits at all if Song Zhuolan died.

“Uncle, me and my mother were at a gathering before and your bodyguards showed up to take us away.
So, how could my mother possibly notify other people?”

Ye Nambo frowned and explained as he gazed at the bodyguards, who took him in before.

“Uncle, if you don’t believe me, you can ask your bodyguards.”

Song Zhuohai stared at Ye Nambo with an unfriendly look for a while, then looked at the bodyguards and asked silently.

The leader of the bodyguards nodded to show that it was indeed the case.

Song Zhuohai threw Song Zhuolan away and said coldly, “Whether you notified him or not, I’ll settle the score with you.
Bring them out!”

The few words were for the bodyguards.

Song Zhuolan still seemed to be in a confused state, so she didn’t overreact.

On the contrary, a glint of viciousness flashed through Ye Nambo’s eyes when he looked at Song Zhuohai’s back.

“I’m sorry, Master Lu.
We made a fool of ourselves in front of you.”

After Song Zhuolan and her son were sent away, Song Zhuohai apologized to Lu Zijia.

Lu Zijia smiled indifferently, “It’s alright.
Every family has their own problems.”

Song Zhuohai couldn’t help smiling wryly after hearing that.