Xiangyang carried his schoolbag and looked around.

Xiao Guai: "Xiangyang, what are you planning to do?"

Xiangyang found a rusty wire on the ground, picked it up, and said, "Naturally, it's the wire that has broken into Uncle Qin's heart."

Little Darling: "..."

It was just an old lock. Although Xiangyang's lock-picking skills weren't great, he managed to open it after some tinkering.

Xiao Guai was terrified: "Xiang, Xiang Yang, you, you're trespassing!"

Xiang Yang looked nonchalant. "Don't worry, my Uncle Qin, who lends money at exorbitant interest rates, won't call the police and have me arrested."

"..." Little Guai thought to herself, "That's true."

Xiangyang tidied up the house a bit, washed his hands and cooked dinner, then, under the dim light of the bulb, lay down on the table and started doing his homework.

Little Guai was stunned.

Xiangyang simply said matter-of-factly, "I'm setting a good example for Uncle Qin, letting him know that knowledge changes destiny."

When Qin Gang returned with a large group of men and women, he had long forgotten that he had locked the door.

This was the scene that greeted him as soon as he pushed the door open.

The boy, dressed in a rough short-sleeved shirt, sat on a small stool, with a pile of messy test papers on the table in front of him.

The boy's profile was clean and refreshing, with a soft glow on the tip of his nose, glistening with fine beads of sweat.

Qin Gang paused for a moment, looking at this incongruous scene.

"Watch out! Qin Gang's antisocial index: 92.6%"

"Brother Qin!" A woman with a voluptuous figure and heavy makeup walked out from behind Qin Gang. She was very surprised to see a student in Qin Gang's room. "Oh, why is there a student in your room?"

Xiang Yang looked towards them, and upon seeing Qin Gang, his eyes lit up with joy. He jumped up immediately, exclaiming, "Uncle Qin, you're back!"

"Ding! Qin Gang's Antisocial Index: 91.0%"

Little Darling: "What happened! What happened?!"

Qin Gang looked at Xiang Yang, who was wagging his tail at him like a puppy, and felt a rare sense of comfort. He didn't even ask him why he was there or how he got in.

Xiang Yang seemed to only then notice the group of people who had returned with Qin Gang. His joyful expression froze for a moment, and his hand holding the pen appeared somewhat uneasy.

Xiao Guai: "Xiangyang, what are you acting out?"

Xiang Yang: "This is a normal teenager's reaction!"

Little Darling: "..."

Xiang Yang's uneasy gaze seemed to be asking Qin Gang, "Uncle Qin, who are these people? They're looking at me like that, and I'm a little scared."

Qin Gang didn't pity him; he just watched his reaction and laughed at him.

The woman seemed very interested in Xiangyang, her eyes glued to him. She entered the house first, wearing high heels, and pinched his cheek.

"You're quite handsome, kid. What are you doing here with Brother Qin?"

Xiang Yang flinched slightly, but the movement was small, as if he was just a little uncomfortable and not scared. He smiled awkwardly and said, "My dad is Xiang Dahai."

Upon hearing this, the woman paused, raised an eyebrow, and teased, "Oh, I heard your mother ran away after your father died?"

Xiangyang smiled at the woman and said, "I'm already an adult. Why would my mom run away? She just went to another city with her boyfriend. Now I'm following in my father's footsteps and working as Uncle Qin's henchman."

The group looked at Qin Gang, and seeing that he acquiesced, they stopped paying attention to him.

A man pulled out a mahjong set and placed it on the table. Without a word, he swept the clean, white exam papers off the table and onto the floor, smoking a cigarette and yelling, "Come on, let's get started!"

The woman scolded, "Look at you, you've spilled the students' papers."

The man joked with the woman, "Hey, Sister Jiao, you're not just thinking about taking a bite because she looks so young, are you?"

Xiang Yang picked up the test papers from the ground in a somewhat disheveled manner. When he picked them up and brought them to Qin Gang, Qin Gang simply stepped over them without even glancing at him.

The room was stuffy and filled with the stench of sweat and cheap perfume, it smelled awful.

"Where's the die?! One's missing!"

"Isn't it right here!"

"Hey, let's get started!"

Xiang Yang finished picking up all the test papers, and after he finished, he turned around and glared at Qin Gang, who had already taken his seat, but to his surprise, Qin Gang had been watching him the whole time.

He caught her red-handed in that glance.

Xiangyang held the test paper and bit her lip. She didn't want to say anything, so she swallowed hard before saying, "...Uncle Qin, have you eaten? There's some leftover food in the pot for you."

Upon hearing this, the others found it amusing. While clattering the mahjong tiles, they deliberately raised their voices to tease him, saying, "Wow, what a good student! Look at the little brother Brother Qin has taken in; he can even cook! He could be a wife!"

To these people, it's utterly ridiculous for someone who's out in the world to be cooking, and they look down on those who actually go to school. It's quite laughable.

Qin Gang also laughed, his eyes looking at him like he was looking at a cat.

Qin Gang, of course, wouldn't give him face after the meal. With a cigarette dangling from his lips, he didn't even glance at him again and ordered, "Go buy a pack of cigarettes."

Xiangyang walked over and said, "Uncle Qin, I have no money."

Qin Gang casually gave him a hundred.

Xiangyang was quite obedient, so I bought him a pack of cigarettes and gave him the remaining change.

Qin Gang glanced at the change and then looked at him sideways.

The woman smiled and said, "Good student, we have a rule here: the rest of the money is for delivery fees. Take it!"

Upon hearing this, Xiang Yang's eyes lit up, and he happily said to Qin Gang, "Thank you, Uncle Qin!"

Xiangyang happily took the money, then lay down on a chair and continued working on his test paper.

A man gestured with his lips towards the others, and everyone in the room laughed.

The room was packed with people, all puffing on cigarettes, while a boy was slumped over a chair, working on a test paper.

Qin Gang glanced over every now and then and noticed that Xiang Yang coughed from the secondhand smoke every now and then.

But no matter how loud they were, it didn't affect him.

Is this what good students look like?

He says he'll stick with me, but he's just using this place as a temporary refuge. This kid has some nerve.

The mahjong game showed no signs of stopping even in the middle of the night; it looked like they were going to play all night.

Xiangyang couldn't hold on any longer, so he went to Qin Gang's room, but didn't close the door. He fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed.

No one paid attention to him; they had completely forgotten about him.

When the person was replaced, Sister Jiao was too lazy to go back. She said goodbye to Qin Gang and went to his room to sleep.