Song Lianheng was shocked and seemed to understand something. "When you appeared, you wanted to take her away?"

"Can't you?" Nie Xun retorted that the glasses were wiped as new as before, and he put them on again. The gloomy light dispersed, and the scholar of Confucianism and elegance stood in front of Song Lianheng again.

Song Lianheng Dao, "So you know from the beginning that July is in the Song family."

"Sure." Nie Xun responded.

"So why haven't you been there before?" Song Lianheng asked.

Nie Xun laughed and recalled her quiet memories. "It's not because your aunt is standing here in July. I should call her a king...