I thought it was Si Dashu who came to pick him up, but I didn’t expect that Song Zicheng was also in the car. Song Xiao was a little surprised: “Dad, why did you come to pick me up in person?”

When I was in school, I always had a servant pick him up, so my father waited at home for him to go back and kowtow to pay his respects.

Song Zicheng, who was reading the information, looked up and met his son's surprise gaze, and suddenly felt sad. Isn't it normal for parents to pick up their children after school? But this child was stupid before, and he was a little discouraged when he saw him and didn't want to pick him up. Now that he thinks, he really owe the child.

"The paparazzi just jumped to this newspaper and brought a lot of information from the gossip weekly before. The two companies are also suing." Si Dashu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, presented the investigation results to Song Zicheng.

"Xiao Xiao, Dad is going to sue the newspaper. The lawyer will come to your house on weekends and you have to sign some materials." Song Zicheng was also very busy on weekends, so he explained the matter in advance.

Song Xiao took a look at the materials on his father's hand. It was a blue folder with scraps from newspapers, a report on situation descriptions, and a dozen things that could not be seen clearly.

"Dad, let's show it to me." Seeing that Song Zicheng had finished reading, Song Xiao asked for it.

When he was fifteen years old in his previous life, he could make decisions about his own affairs. His parents would also ask him to discuss the affairs of his family. Later, he was an official in Beijing, and if there were major issues at home, he would send him a letter to him and ask him to help him make an idea. Therefore, Song Xiao did not think that there was anything wrong with him looking at his father's company documents.

Song Zicheng was a little surprised, but he still handed him the folder in his hand, thinking that it was the child who was curious, but unexpectedly, Song Xiao really started to look at it seriously.

This material should have been made by the company's legal department. The analysis in it is very rigorous. Song Xiao does not know modern laws, but he has roughly known the correct way to deal with things after reading it. The material not only lists the responsibilities of the newspaper and the items that can be accused, but also analyzes the remarks on the Internet.

Because Song Xiao was not good at using computers, the news on the Internet was all the words he heard from his classmates. He was not sure what was going on. He looked at the screenshots of the subsequent remarks carefully and frowned.

"The people on the Internet are nonsense, don't worry," Song Zicheng saw that his son's face was not very good, so he quickly explained, "Don't worry about these things, dad will handle them."

"Whose people's remarks were instructed by these people?" Song Xiao was silent for a moment and suddenly said.

"That's right." Song Zicheng nodded, then was stunned. The son who had lived in a vacuum before could actually see the conspiracy.

"What are your dad going to do with the remarks online?" Song Xiao raised his eyes and looked straight at Song Zicheng. In this era, because information spreads quickly, rumors are dressed very quickly. As the saying goes, three people become tigers, and it is very dangerous to let these remarks develop.

"The website that posted the news has deleted the news, but the remaining anonymous forums are not easy to deal with." Song Zicheng sighed. The Internet has just been around for a few years in China, and the control in this regard is not strict, so it is difficult to hold accountable.

"The rumors cannot be stopped, so we have to use erroneous actions to make erroneous actions," Song Xiaodan pointed out the remarks that defended Qiu Mingyan, and even talked about the character of Song Zicheng. The best way to treat the foolish people who are not aware of the truth is to release more amazing news to divert their attention, "It depends on your father, you... are willing to give up."

Song Zicheng felt a little guilty when Song Xiao saw it. His eyes were maturity and perseverance that was not his age, as if he could see through him at a glance. The reason why Xinghai Entertainment has not clarified the remarks about "concubine" so far is that Song Zicheng does not want people to know about Song Zheng's existence.

Song Zheng is only two years younger than Song Xiao and is the illegitimate daughter of Song Zicheng's marriage cheating. If this is revealed, not only will Qiu Mingyan's just-obsessed status collapse, but even Xinghai Entertainment will be greatly impacted.

"Song Zheng is your sister's business, so you must not let outsiders know," Song Zicheng said coldly, "Don't interfere, let alone make any comments online. Dad will solve the problem as soon as possible and will not let you suffer any grievances."

Song Xiao responded lightly, how could he not see how his father maintained the outdoor room? He had read the political textbook once, and there was a marriage system that could only be monogamous and could not take concubines. That is to say, even if the woman lives at home, she is just an outdoor room that is not allowed to be on the table.

Song Zicheng looked at his son who turned to look outside the window, feeling a little uncomfortable.

At the beginning, he was obsessed with the ghosts. Unexpectedly, Qiu Mingyan was pregnant and gave birth to a child. At that time, he repeatedly promised Song Xiao's mother that he would not let her daughter enter the house. Over the years, Song Zheng cried in front of him that she had no father, and he felt that he was indebted, but after all, the one who was most sorry was Song Xiao's mother.

The two of them didn't talk any further. Si Dashu got off the bus halfway and returned to his residence. When he got on the elevator, there were only father and son left.

"Dad, I don't interrupt the number of lovers you have found. There is only one thing. To re-string, you must find someone who is a good match." Song Xiao said with a serious look on his face. Judging from people's reactions these days, it seems that there is nothing illegal in Song Zicheng's marriage to Qiu Mingyan, but in his opinion, it is simply a joke to straighten the outdoor room.

Song Zicheng was stunned. He didn't expect his son to say such words. As soon as he finished speaking, the elevator came "ding" and Song Xiao pressed the door key of the elevator and signaled his father to leave first.

"Dad, you're back!" Song Zheng stood at the elevator entrance and shouted sweetly and ran over.

Song Zicheng frowned: "Why are you here?" He had already told Qiu Mingyan that he would not be allowed to bring Song Zheng near him recently.

Song Xiao didn't even look at the so-called sister and went straight into the house. Aunt Chen took him slippers and whispered into the house, indicating that Qiu Mingyan was also angry.

"Zicheng," Qiu Mingyan smiled and went up to meet her. Seeing that Song Zicheng looked bad, she felt a little embarrassed, "I have no choice. I don't know who was stabbing the address of my new house. Now there are paparazzi there. If they were allowed to see Xiaozheng, it would be over."

As she was speaking, Song Zicheng's cell phone rang, and Sidashu's anxious voice inside: "Boss, something happened, please check the email."

Song Zicheng hung up the phone, pulled out his tie, and turned around to the stairs.

Qiu Mingyan hesitated for a moment and followed her up.

Song Xiao went upstairs to change into a comfortable set of clothes, took the juice handed over by Aunt Chen, and sat on the sofa and started watching TV.

At first, he was particularly surprised by this kind of thing that could reflect images. Later, he found that he could learn a lot of things inside, so he fell in love with watching TV.

Song Zheng was angry when she looked at Song Xiao's old man. She used to bully her foolishly. Since she fell down, she suddenly became very angry, which made her feel upset when she saw it. She raised her hand and picked up the remote control on the table and changed it to act as a soap opera in the Bangguo country.

Song Xiao was watching social news. The dignified anchor suddenly turned into a crying man and woman, and frowned immediately.

At this moment, the cell phone on the table rang.

Song Zheng looked at the phone and her eyes turned red. It was the latest mobile phone launched in the United States. It was not available in China and could not buy it even if you have money. It was given to Song Zicheng by someone else. She asked it several times but didn't come!

On the screen of the mobile phone as beautiful as black crystal, the two big words "Emperor" were displayed. Song Xiao was stunned for a moment before he picked it up.

"Have you arrived home?" Yu Tang's voice came from inside. Because he was still a young man, the emperor's tone now is less magnetic than when he was in his thirties, and he is a little more clear and elegant, and it still sounds nice.

Hearing the familiar voice, Song Xiao couldn't help but bent his eyes: "Here." This is particularly convenient in modern society, and you can hear the other person's voice thousands of miles apart.

"This is my mobile phone number. I'll save it for you directly. Call me if you have something to do." Yu Tang looked at the community outside the car window, identified the location, raised his hand slightly, and signaled that the driver could continue to leave.

"Yes." Song Xiao responded, and for some reason he felt a little itchy in his heart.

Yu Tang couldn't help but smile when he heard the obedient "Yeah", and changed his hand and took his phone: "Let's buy reference books tomorrow, I'll pick a few books for you."

"Okay," Song Xiao agreed without thinking, "Where are we meeting?"

"I'll pick you up."

After hanging up the phone, Song Xiao suddenly had the urge to roll on the sofa. Although he was restrained, the smile on the corner of his mouth could not be suppressed. After he was separated, he could still hear the other person's voice. This was something he could not dream of in his previous life. The days and nights when Yu Jintang went to the battlefield, the torture and nightmare never stopped.

"Yo, are you in love?" Song Zheng curled her lips, "Early love is not a good thing. If my father knows...tsk tsk..."

Song Xiao put away his smile and completely lost patience with this sister who didn't know a little politeness. He picked up the juice and took a sip: "I met four people at school, and they seem to be familiar with you."

Song Zheng's face suddenly changed, and he nervously grabbed a corner of his skirt. He... did he remember?

"Don't make any public public. You can admit your mistakes with your father. Then kneel in front of my mother's tablet for one night. I will forgive you." Song Xiao put down the juice cup. There was no rule at home, and his father was also confused, so he could only stand it, "Otherwise..."

Looking at Song Xiao's casual look and said that she would kneel all night, Song Zheng felt her blood surge: "Otherwise, what else, who do you think you are?"

"Otherwise, I wouldn't let you enter the house with misbehaving outdoor women like you." Song Xiao finished drinking the juice, picked up his cell phone, and raised his foot upstairs.

Song Zheng felt that she was going to be madly angry.
Chapter completed!