She and Han Xiao entered the reception hall together.

In the hall, the Chu family was there.

As a member of the Han family, Han Meng is the wife of Han Moyang, the current Han family leader, and has a special status.

As soon as she appeared, the atmosphere in the hall became strange.

Chu Yunxi distanced her without any trace and consciously sat down next to Liu Weilu.

Song Jinrong looked at Han Meng for a while, and put on the posture of being the head of the family, revealing a hint of majesty invisibly, and said slowly: "Miss Han Er, what kind of wind is blowing today, blowing you?"

Chu Xu and his wife looked at her calmly.

Han Meng's eyes were casually looking at the Chu family in the hall, and he looked at the man sitting on the other side with a determined look on his face.

This person had a little face, and she couldn't remember who it was.

But it doesn't matter.

Han Meng smiled and withdrew her gaze, looked at Mrs. Chu, and said, "Old Madam, I wonder how much Mr. Chu told you about that child?"

Song Jinrong breathed, and a light flashed in his vicissitudes of eyes, "What do you know?"

The smile on Han Meng's face remained unabated, and she said with a slight slightest: "I can say to be precise that the child is indeed from the Chu family's bloodline."

Her confident tone made the Chu family's expression suddenly become strange.

Even the man with the eyes raised his eyelids and glanced at her intricately.

Han Meng didn't care about their reactions and continued to say to herself: "It's a pity that Mr. Chu doesn't want to believe me or cooperate with me. This miserable child is probably going to die soon."

As the words came to an end, the hall was silent and everyone was pondering.

Song Jinrong spoke first, and an unhappy expression appeared on his face covered with traces of time.

"You said that the child was A Chen's, and said he was about to die. What do you mean? Miss Han Er, did you go to my Chu's house to be happy to find my old woman?"

"How dare?" Han Meng still smiled like a flower, pushing the wheelchair closer to her.

Chu Xu and Liu Weilu stared at her every move with caution.

Fortunately, Han Meng did not go any further.

She stopped in the wheelchair, raised her voice, and said clearly: "I mean - your young master of Chu's family is about to die. Now, there is only one person who can save him."

"Who?" Song Jinrong blurted out subconsciously.

I had already chosen to believe what Han Meng said in my heart.

Han Meng dared to come to Chu's house alone, so he would not come to deceive them on purpose.

Song Jinrong saw this very clearly.

Han Meng was about to answer as she said, when the servants outside walked in quickly.

"Old lady, master, wife, Qin Shu, she..."

Before he finished speaking, a figure had already stepped into the glorious and luxurious reception hall like the wind.

Han Meng narrowed her eyes with a smile, and her voice was faint, "The person I mentioned is here."

In the blink of an eye, Qin Shu was already standing in front of the Chu family.

Not seen each other for three years, and for a moment, the Chu family was stunned.
Chapter completed!