Mrs. Song's hand just happened to move in her direction, and everyone saw it as her pushing Lin Qiao.
Song Tingfan couldn't clearly see what was happening either, and naturally "bought into it." Seeing Lin Qiao fall, he hurriedly squatted down to help her, anxiously saying, "Sister-in-law, are you okay?"
Meanwhile, Mrs. Song rubbed her aching wrist and irritably said, "How dare you pinch me, I won't beat you to death."
Song Tingfan didn't dare to lay hands on her and instinctively held Lin Qiao tightly, yelling anxiously, "Aunt, please don't hit my sister-in-law, I'll give you the rabbit meat, I'll give it to you, just don't hit my sister-in-law."
That hug left Lin Qiao baffled, the intense scent of a young man mixed with sweat wasn't pleasant, yet strangely not repulsive.
Her heart held a bit of emotion, perhaps like a "son" turning into a loved one.
At this moment, the antagonist was genuinely good to his sister-in-law.
