He Is Warmer Than Time

Song Xuan walked in, no one dared to pull her, Mrs. Tang glared to show, waiting for Song Xuan, anxiously following her behind, this is really a wild and unbelievable wild species!

Song Xuan walked quickly, and soon went up to the second floor, to the entrance of the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall usually had its doors open, and she walked in as if entering no one's land, and a smell of feudal decay came upon her face.

She whispered, this is all in the nineties, and the new century is less than ten years away. This old lady is still striving for blood, and she probably still lives in feudal society.

Regardless of it, Song Xuan directly picked up the incense on the desk, planning to light it on the candlelight.

Mrs. Tang snatched the incense from her hand, and said coldly: "What are you, the ancestors of the Tang family don't need you to respect the incense."

Song Xuan chuckled, "Isn't the ancestor of the Tang family my ancestor? I am my father's daughter, why can't I respect incense?"

Mrs. Tang threw the incense in her hand and snorted coldly: "As long as I don’t die for a day, you don’t want to use the descendants of the Tang family to enter the Tang family’s genealogy. You have acknowledged your identity, and your name does not appear on the family tree of the Tang family."

Oh, who is rare.

Song Xuan snorted coldly and said, "Grandma..."

Mrs. Tang was furious: "Shut up! Don't call me grandma again!"

This is a shame to her. The existence of Xiao Yezhong in front of her shows that a period in her life is imperfect. Only that thing is not completely under her control. She has always liked to control everything.

But since the arrival of Yu Jin, or rather, the arrival of these two small wild species.

Everything is like a running wild horse, out of her control.

This drove her crazy.

Song Xuan smiled and said, "You don't like me. That's your business. The courtesy I should ask for, or the courtesy I want, grandma... If you think about it, when will you live? Now you are in your seventies. It’s over seventy? It’s like seventy-four. How many years can you be in charge of the family tree of the Tang family, have you ever thought about it, after you return for a hundred years, who do you think has the final say in the Tang family? That's not ours yet. Does Dad have the final say?"

With a slap, Mrs. Tang was very angry and gave her a slap: "Don't be delusional. Before you die, I will leave a last word. Qingru will not listen to me, otherwise I will tell him that I will die. I won’t be able to catch my eyes."

Song Xuan just sat on the ground paralyzed, looked up at her, and smiled: "Really? Does grandma think my father will listen to you? When you were alive, he only cared about us, you are gone, he must be immediately Welcome us into the Tang family."

Mrs. Tang has already fallen into madness.

This is what she cares most about. She was born in 1918, and the domestic feudal society ended in 1911. She was born at that time, basically a feudal sect, for the lintel, for blood, blood, etc., As important as the ancient royal family.

How could she endure a commoner like Yu Jin marrying into the powerful Tang family? How can you tolerate the two small breeds that Yu Jin gave birth to? It's even more impossible to endure the infinite beauty of these two small humble species and recognize their ancestors.

No, she can't stand it all!

Song Xuan continued to stimulate her: "Dad likes my sister and me very much. No matter what you do, grandma can't stop my dad from accepting our decision!"

Mrs. Tang finally lost her mind and roared: "Enough!"

After speaking, both hands swept the burning candle on the table to Song Xuan——