Sheng Jiaxin nodded with embarrassment on her face, and agreed softly, "Okay."

Song Zhiyi's eyes were still calm, and she couldn't see any change in her expression, Sheng Jiaxin really couldn't understand it, and the chaotic feeling in her heart made her mind not very quiet.

Old lady Jin glanced at Sheng Jiaxin indifferently and said in a deep voice.

"If you're not feeling well, go back and rest."

"It's the same without you here."

Sheng Jiaxin paused, and a subtle change of emotion flashed across her face.

"Grandpa, today is your birthday, how can I leave early and be absent?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

Sheng Jia was glad to see Song Zhiyi step back to her place and sit down, and breathed a sigh of relief, only then did she relax and stabilize her emotions.

Even if Song Xuewei told Jin Wenchen something, he shouldn't have guessed that Song Zhiyi was Jin Shuyu.

So she must not mess with herself now, so that Jin Wenchen can see any clues.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead, pretended to be relaxed, and picked up chopsticks to clip a chopstick dish for Mrs. Jin.

When she was about to put it in Mrs. Jin's bowl, Mrs. Jin used her chopsticks to block Sheng Jiaxin's outstretched chopsticks.

"Eat it yourself."

"The doctor said that I should pay more attention to my cultivation during this time and not eat too much."

Sheng Jiaxin withdrew her hand and fell silent.

After the old lady Jin had a meal, he went to the side to chat with a few of his old brothers and cousins.

Sheng Jiaxin didn't have a chance to talk to Mrs. Jin alone even if she wanted to.

On the contrary, it was Mrs. Jin who called Song Zhiyi to her.

vigorously introduced Song Zhiyi to other brothers.

Song Zhiyi was surrounded by several respected old people, with a gentle smile and an attitude that was neither humble nor arrogant.

Sheng Jiaxin's eyes sank, and she looked a little uneasy.

She was about to walk over when Jin Wenchen stopped her.

"Jia Xin."

Hearing Jin Wenchen's voice, Sheng Jiaxin only felt unprecedented fear.

This feeling of being pinched by others made Sheng Jiaxin only feel a little uncomfortable breathing.

"Uncle, what's wrong?"

Sheng Jiaxin pretended to be calm and looked at Jin Wenchen with an indifferent expression.

Jin Wenchen walked to Sheng Jiaxin's side and stopped, still with a smile on his face.

"Your friend ......". c

As soon as Jin Wenchen spoke, Sheng Jiaxin's eyes were a little disgusted.

"She's not my friend anymore, I don't have such a friend."

She was anxious to clear up her relationship with Song Xuewei, and her eyes were extremely firm and serious.

"Uncle, don't say that she is my friend in the future, grandpa will be unhappy when he hears it."

Jin Wenchen sneered and said quietly.

"You can even force your grandfather to sign a suicide note, and make a friend to make your grandfather unhappy?"

"Why did you suddenly become so small?"

Jin Wenchen had a smile on his face when he spoke, and looked at Sheng Jiaxin mockingly.

Sheng Jiaxin was speechless, bit the corner of her lips, and fell silent.

She didn't dare to make a mistake in front of Jin Wenchen now, after all, she couldn't grasp Jin Wenchen's character, and she didn't know how much information Jin Wenchen had in front of her.

Seeing Sheng Jiaxin's taciturn appearance for the first time, Jin Wenchen smiled even deeper, deliberately lowered his voice, and said in a low voice.

"That friend of yours was yelling at the door just now, saying you were going to kidnap her."

"And said that you are not the eldest lady of the Jin family at all, you are an impostor."

Sheng Jiaxin's face turned pale, gritted her teeth fiercely, and immediately retorted.

"Why am I not the eldest lady of the Jin family?"

"She has a mental problem, can't you see it, uncle?"

"What a psychopath says, uncle, will you believe it?"

Sheng Jiaxin explained anxiously, with a strong hatred in her eyes, and she tasted annoyed and angry.