World 1: An alcoholic and abusive father, a mother with a brain missing, a sister who is a torture novel heroine, and her who died miserably on the streets.
Yan Can: Let whoever wants to die,...
After getting back into the car.
Zong Lian then recounted what had just happened.
"first?"
Yan Can remained unfazed.
"yes."
It was the first time for her.
But for Yan Can, it was countless times.
The bottles on the ground were her food.
The dusty wooden chair was her bed when she couldn't go home.
As the elders wished, that little girl had long since gone to a very far place.
Yan Can remained silent for a long time, while Zong Lian seemed to be deep in thought.
He guessed right again.
A long time passed.
Zong Lian suddenly squeezed Yan Can's hand.
What are you doing?
Yan Can pretended to be fierce and tried to pull her hand back, but it was gripped even tighter.
Zong Lian said something completely nonsensical.
"Having Zhou Sheng park the car to take you home that day was the best decision I've ever made in my life."
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Yan family.
Cao Wei sat on the table, intentionally or unintentionally showing off his big gold chain and tattooed arms.
Every time he raised his hand, Yan Jian would tremble.
There is no other reason.
They're terrified of being beaten.
When Yan Jian saw Cao Wei take out a cigarette, he eagerly tried to light it so he could say something nice, but Sun Wu slapped him to the ground.
"When the hell are you going to pay me back?"
Sun Wu was thin and even somewhat bookish, but he had considerable strength in his hands.
He slapped Yan Jian so hard that Yan Jian's mind went blank.
After a few seconds, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which contained a white substance.
Yan Jian didn't dare to resist even after his teeth were knocked out.
He just kept saying nice things.
"I don't have any money right now, but I'll definitely pay it back once I win some..."
"No money?"
Sun Wu slapped him again with his backhand.
"No money? Go ask your daughter for it! She drives luxury cars and lives in a villa every day!"
"who?"
Yan Jian had a terrible headache and thought he had misheard.
Sun Wu sneered.
He threw a stack of photos in his face.
Yan Jian picked it up and took a look; his pupils immediately contracted.
This is……
Late?