It was already 24 hours later when I returned to City A.

Song Xiyue did not carry anything on her, but only brought her luggage back to the Song family.

The Song family was still as deserted as ever. As soon as she entered the door, she sat alone on the sofa, drinking Pu'er and looking at the magazine in her hand.

About 2 hours passed.

Song Xiyue's mother slowly walked out of the bedroom, stepped forward and hugged Song Xiyue and said, "Dear, why are you back?"

"Yes." Song Xiyue responded coldly, pushed Song's mother away quietly and asked, "Where is your husband?"

"He is your father!" Song's mother looked at Song Xiyue in surprise, feeling very tired and tired of her alienation.

"Oh? Is that right?" Song Xiyue asked with her head tilted and pretended to be ignorant.

"Of course!" Song's mother replied firmly.

Then, Song Xiyue chuckled disdainfully and mocked, "Why is that dead old man my father?"

"You're calling me a dead old man?" A loud voice rang behind Song Xiyue.

Song Xiyue turned her head and looked at the burly and handsome man with a sarcastic smile on her lips, saying sarcastically, "Oh, Mr. Song, I have something to talk to you?"

"Have your brother been found?" Song's father frowned and asked.

"Give me your ID card, I want to apply for a bank card." Song Xiyue said.

“What are you doing when applying for a bank card?”

"I have to check in for scholarships in American schools. I want my card under my name. What do you think I want to do?" Song Xiyue glared at Song's father, her eyes filled with deep disgust.

"Yes." Song's father nodded. Since he had money to make a deposit, he would definitely give his ID card to Song Xiyue.

Without thinking too much, he returned Song Xiyue's ID card to her.

Song Xiyue took out her ID card and glanced at the name on the ID card.

Song Xiyue.

She couldn't help but remember the name she used when she was in China, Song Linlin, but fortunately, she changed her name and went abroad, and everything changed.

"I'm leaving." Song Xiyue put away her ID card and turned around and left resolutely.

He ignored Song's mother's shouting at all.

"You, why do you force your daughter so much?" Song's mother gently hit Song's father's shoulder with one hand, wiping tears.

But Song Xiyue didn't care at all.

Hypocritical people are not worthy of being their father!

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Chapter completed!