My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

e only looked that way and actually wasn’t.

Song Zhuolan, who was inexplicably slapped twice, was originally enraged, but she instantly felt a bit guilty in her mind after hearing Fang Yueqiu’s question.

And yet, she thought that it was impossible again after thinking about it right away.

She did those things so secretly and nobody had ever found out all these years.
Why would they possibly discover the secrets all of a sudden?

Thinking of this, Song Zhuolan didn’t panic at all.

“Brother, what do you mean?

“You asked someone to catch me here for some reason.
And now, you even let your wife beat me.
Do you treat me as your sister or not?

“Or I’m not a member of the Song family, not your sister anymore, because I’m already married?

“If that’s the case, just tell me straight.
I’ll never step into the Song family again from now on!” Song Zhuolan said unyieldingly because she knew that Song Zhuohai had always cared about Old Master Song the most.

Once Old Master Song knew that Song Zhuohai had kicked her, his sister, out of the Song family, he would definitely not agree with it.

By then, Song Zhuohai would still apologize to her and ask her to go back to the Song family respectfully.

However, Song Zhuolan had never expected that the secrets she thought the Song family would never find out would be discovered by them on this day.

Besides, they discovered everything without missing any of them.

“Clang! Argh!”

As Song Zhuolan finished talking, a teacup was thrown next to her feet.
The shattered pieces that scattered everywhere scratched the skin on her feet, and she immediately screamed in pain.

“You still know that you’re a member of the Song family.
You’re still shameless enough to say you’re one of the Song family.
You evil creature!”

Old Master Song, who had been sitting since Song Zhuolan showed up, finally couldn’t hold back anymore and flew into rage.

He got up and walked over furiously, then raised his crutch and beat Song Zhuolan’s body.