The fat woman's face changed, she spat out the melon seed shells in her mouth, pointed at Song Yun and cursed, "Where did you come from, you little bitch, to talk nonsense like that? This is our relative's child. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll tear your mouth off."

Song Yun suppressed her raging anger and sneered, "Your relative's child? Then tell me, which relative's child? What's your relative's name? Where does he live? What does he do? How many people are there? And what's the child's name? How old is he? Where does he go to school?"

Qian Cuizhen had been a tyrant her entire life, never once trying to reason with anyone. She paid no attention to the questioning from the girl who had suddenly appeared before her. She then picked up a stick and brandished it, saying, "Get out of here or not? If not, I'll send you to hell."

Song Yun was furious when she saw the obvious fingerprints on her brother's fair and tender face and the crisscross scars on his arms. There were injuries wherever she could see with the naked eye, and she didn't even dare to think about what she would see after lifting her brother's clothes.

I can tolerate my uncle, but I can’t tolerate my sister.

Song Yun threw the small bag in her hand to the ground, bent down, picked up the laundry mallet from the wooden basin, and hit the fat woman with it.

Qian Cuizhen didn't expect that the little girl would dare to fight with her. She lost the initiative and was hit hard by the dead girl with a hammer. She wanted to fight back but found that she was no match for the dead girl. She was hit by the club again, and she screamed in pain. The two girls stood there stupidly and didn't come to help.

Song Yun lashed out with the stick more than a dozen times before finally venting a breath. She stopped and continued in her cold voice, "Don't be so hasty to shout. Song Zhenzhen, who brought my brother here, has been arrested by the Public Security Bureau. She told me your home address herself, and her parents promised to compensate me. That's why I came here to pick her up before the Public Security Bureau arrived. As long as I take her away, she and your family will be free from the heinous crime of human trafficking."

Song Yun admired the fat woman's expression, which changed like a palette, and continued, "You don't have to let me pick him up. I'll just wait here. In half an hour at most, the Public Security Bureau will come, and my brother will be taken away anyway."

Song Yun glanced at the inquiring eyes of the neighbors on her left, knowing that she couldn't stay here for long. The people waiting at home were all women, the elderly, and children. Once the young and strong men who went to work in the fields came back, even if she had learned ancient martial arts in the past, it would not be easy for her to take her brother away smoothly with her current physical condition.

Qian Cuizhen had been a bully in the village all her life and had never been afraid of anyone. But no matter how domineering she was, she didn't dare to confront the police. When she heard that the police would be here in half an hour, she was extremely scared, especially since the origins of this brat were unclear and he had injuries on his body - she didn't dare to think about it.

Qian Cuizhen really hated that bitch Song Zhenzhen. She had clearly said that this stubborn kid was her biological brother, and that she had sent him to her house to be her son because there was no one at home and she couldn't take care of him. But who would have thought that bitch had actually kidnapped someone else's child? It was really a murder.

Qian Cuizhen ignored the pain in her body and forced a smile. "Why did you report this to the police? I just wanted to help that girl look after the child for a few days, but now it has caused trouble. Look at my stupidity. If I had known earlier——"

Song Yun interrupted her, "Is this how you babysit a child?" She pointed at Song Ziyi, her fingers trembling slightly. "You tie him up with a rope and wash his clothes for your family? You all look rosy-cheeked, but my brother looks pale. Did he eat? Do you want me to lift his clothes to see if he's hurt? I think you're worse than the landlords in the old society. You're treating my brother like a slave sold by your family?"

When Qian Cuiying heard this, her legs went weak. If someone reported her with such a crime these days, her whole family would be finished.

Qian Cuiying hurriedly untied the ropes on Song Ziyi's feet with shaking hands, and pulled the still dazed Song Ziyi up. She gently patted the dust off Song Ziyi's body and said with a smile, "Look at what you said. There's no such thing as a rope or a wound. We haven't eaten today. I originally wanted to wait for my husband to finish work and come home to eat together."

Song Yun stepped forward, pushed the fat woman away, grabbed her brother's hand, pulled him to her side, and asked in a low voice, "Ziyi, do you have anything to pack?"