Zhang Ning quickly comforted her, "Zhihua, don't do this, come on, sit down first, sit down and talk."

She pulled Song Zhihua and sat down.

Du Ling looked at Hu Xiaofen and Yu Xiaozheng, "You guys sit down too."

"Thank you, Mr. Du," Hu Xiaofen said in tears.

She and Yu Xiaozheng also sat down.

Du Ling sat down and looked at Song Zhihua.

Song Zhihua burst into tears, crying with great sadness, and took Zhang Ning's hand and said, "Sister, our Yu family is about to be destroyed, you have to save us..."

"What the hell is going on?" Zhang Ning asked in confusion, "Don't be anxious, just say it slowly..."

Song Zhihua cried and told the story, and finally said Wu Youyou, "Only the young master can help us in this matter, but for some reason, he just doesn't want to. Old sister, we have been sisters for decades, and I really have no choice but to come to you. Please help me, tell the young master, ask him to save us..."

Zhang Ning understood.

She hesitated for a moment and looked at Du Ling.

Du Ling smiled coldly.

Song Zhihua performed well in the play, but she could fool Zhang Ning, but she couldn't fool Du Ling.

The most important thing is that Du Ling knows the rules of the Feng Shui circle. Since Wu Youyou is unwilling to wade into this muddy water, then as an aunt, she must be ignorant and insist on making things difficult for the child.

Zhang Ning also understood this truth, but Song Zhihua was her old sister after all, so she was in a dilemma for a while.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Song Zhihua got up and wanted to kneel down for her, "Old sister..."

Zhang Ning quickly got up and supported her, "What are you doing? Get up!"

"I beg you..."

Song Zhihua cried so miserably, pitiful, and it was hard to bear to refuse.

Zhang Ning hesitated.

Song Zhihua took the opportunity to wink at Hu Xiaofen and Yu Xiaozheng.

The mother and son understood and stood up and knelt down.

"Auntie, please save us..." Hu Xiaofen also cried.

Yu Xiaozheng also cried, "Grandma Zhang, if you don't help us, I will be the next one. I'm not afraid of death, but my wife Han Fang is just pregnant..."

Zhang Ning was embarrassed and couldn't help but look at Du Ling.

Du Ling said lightly, "Mom, you can't call this phone."

"Mr. Du, do you really want to die and refuse to save me?" Hu Xiaofen asked cryingly.

"Mr. Du, I kowtow to you, I kowtow to you!" Song Zhihua said as he was about to kneel down.

Zhang Ning quickly stopped her, "Zhihua! What are you doing?!"

Song Zhihua fell into her arms and cried into tears.

Du Ling saw through the family’s tricks, smiled coldly, and stood up, "Mom, I still say this. You, grandma, don’t make things difficult for the child. Aunt Song, I still have something to do, I’m losing my companion."

She turned around and went to the stairs.

Song Zhihua was stunned for a moment, then knelt down quickly and continued to beg Zhang Ning, "Old sister! Old sister..."

Zhang Ning hesitated for a long time and sighed softly.

She helped Song Zhihua up and said, "I'll give it a try."
Chapter completed!