Song Zhiyi looked at Song Xuewei with a slightly provocative gaze, observing Song Xuewei's reaction.

Song Xuewei saw the slightly smug expression on Song Zhiyi's face, and the corners of her lips were slightly hooked without a trace.

Gu Jinyan hugged Song Zhiyi's shoulders tightly, and after accurately capturing the subtle expression changes on Song Xuewei's face, she pinched Song Zhiyi's shoulders.

"What?"

Song Xuewei looked at Song Zhiyi in disbelief and took a step forward.

Song Zhiyi did not hold the child and retreated, but looked at Song Xuewei calmly, wanting to see how she would react.

After Song Xuewei walked in, she looked at the child in Song Zhiyi's arms and smiled indifferently.

"Zhiyi, what are you kidding?"

"Why did our Song family hide your child?"

"Besides, this kid doesn't look like Ah Yan at all."

Song Zhiyi listened to Song Xuewei's slightly mocking words, and her hand holding the child tightened.

Xiaoya woke up from Song Zhiyi's arms, and when she opened her eyes and saw Song Xuewei, her dark eyes lit up.

Song Xuewei frowned when she saw the child wake up, and a hint of fierceness flashed in her eyes.

The little girl wanted to speak, but was glared at by Song Xuewei's gaze and immediately closed her mouth.

The corners of Song Xuewei's lips hooked slightly, glanced at Song Zhiyi lightly, and said with a smile.

"But this kid looks a bit like you."

"Look at these eyes, this nose, carved out of the same mold as you."

"But Zhiyi, you can't just find a replacement to come out again and try to tie up Ah Yan just because your child is dead, right?"

Gu Jinyan stared coldly at the smile on Song Xuewei's face, her face gloomy.

"Song Xuewei!"

Song Xuewei was stunned by Gu Jinyan's scolding.

She stopped the taunting between words, raised her eyes to look at Gu Jinyan, and said softly.

"Ah Yan, don't you think this child is really yours?"

"This kid doesn't look like yours."

"Look at Junting, look at this kid ......"

Gu Jinyan sneered, "Shut up." ”

Song Xuewei pursed her lips, but did not continue, but glanced at Song Zhiyi, and her eyes were slightly meaningful.

"Zhiyi, your child died when he was born."

"As a mother, I am very sympathetic to your plight, but no matter what, that child is not blessed, and this really has nothing to do with our Song family."

Song Xuewei ignored Gu Jinyan's presence, and after saying this, she raised her eyes to look at Gu Jinyan.

"Ah Yan, since you don't want to go to the Jin family's banquet, then I'll go to grandma first."

"But I heard that Aunt Gu came to the Jin family's banquet this time, and she also brought her nephew with her."

After Song Xuewei finished speaking, she turned around and walked towards the interior of the hotel.

Song Zhiyi looked at the back of Song Xuewei leaving, held the little girl's hand tightly, and then looked sideways at Gu Jinyan and said.

"You don't have to accompany me, go to the Jin family's banquet with the old lady."

The Jin family's banquet was indeed an opportunity for Gu Jinyan.

Song Zhiyi didn't want to delay him.

Gu Jinyan heard the voice, lowered his eyes and looked at Song Zhiyi, his narrow eyebrows and eyes were a little probing, and he said lightly.

"If you want to go, I'll take you with me."

Song Zhiyi heard this, a trace of hesitation flashed in her eyes, and then she replied seriously.

"Okay."

"I'll go with you."

She lowered her eyes and glanced at the child in her arms, and the little girl also raised her head to look at Song Zhiyi, her eyes were blank, and she didn't know what was going on.

She took a deep breath and looked at Xiaoya's somewhat overwhelmed expression, and her mood became heavier and heavier.

After Song Zhiyi carried the little girl into the room, she closed the door of the room.

Xiaoya looked at the closed door, and the expression on her face was a little nervous.

Song Zhiyi looked at her calmly and asked softly.

"Xiaoya, have you seen that woman just now?"