"I mean what I say."

If you absolutely refuse to give it to me...

I'll come here every day and lie down in front of your shop, preventing these people from getting in and buying anything.

To ruin your successful business.

It's infuriating! How come her business is so good?

People lined up to buy groceries, stretching from the doorway all the way outside onto the street.

Since the business is so good and so profitable, why shouldn't she help her sister pay off her debts?

It's only five thousand yuan; there's no way she couldn't come up with that.

Thinking of this, Wu Xiuxiu simply plopped down on the floor.

If Song Qingqing doesn't agree, she can perform the act of lying dead in the next moment.

Song Qingqing laughed in exasperation, bent down, and tossed the person aside.

Let her continue performing.

“I’m telling you, you, as the younger sister, have to pay for the crimes your sister committed.”

Upon hearing this, Song Qingqing finally spoke up, "Is your daughter only worth five thousand yuan?"

"If that's the case, then go ask Song Qingyi for it; she doesn't need the five thousand yuan."

As for where Song Qingyi is at this moment, she has no idea.

"If I could find her, would I still come looking for you?"

I don't care, if you don't pay off Song Qingyi's debts, I'll come here every day from now on.

I eat, drink, relieve myself, and sleep—I'm here all the time.

"Oh! Really?" Song Qingqing smiled playfully when she saw Da Meng and Xiao Meng.

That's right.

However, I'll let you off the hook since you're a young girl.

"If you don't want to give it to me, fine, then just give me a shop with a metal shed for free, and I won't pursue the matter."

Before she could finish speaking, Wu Xiuxiu realized she was being lifted up. Turning her head, she saw it was a security guard from Huanle Street. "What are you doing? Are you molesting me? Have you no shame?"

"You dare to cause trouble for Miss Song? I bet you haven't gone out and asked around."

"Who is the person you absolutely mustn't mess with on this street?" Xiao Meng mocked the other person.

Then, he strode over and dragged the man into the street.

Without Wu Xiuxiu's loud and boisterous antics, only customers buying groceries remain here.

Song Qingqing didn't take it to heart and immediately joined the ranks of vegetable sellers.

Meanwhile, Wu Xiuxiu, who had just been thrown out by Da Meng, was extremely unwilling.

Just as he was figuring out how to get Song Qingqing to pay, he unexpectedly ran into an old neighbor who was heading this way.

The two met face to face and were stunned.

They're not from this area; they're from the east.

Upon asking, Wu Xiuxiu learned that Sun Caihong's mother-in-law had also come here yesterday.

I heard that someone was injured.

Sun Caihong came here today because she wanted to know the truth of the matter.

What exactly happened yesterday? Why was her mother-in-law arrested and put in jail?

Actually, it wasn't her idea to come; her husband sent her.

"Xiuxiu, what are you doing here?" Sun Caihong asked, wondering why her neighbor, whose daughter had just died, had come here.

"Sigh! I came here to find the culprit who killed my daughter and demand an explanation, but who knew they would throw me out."

"What a coincidence, the owner of that Qingqing Vegetable Shop you mentioned is the sister of the person who killed my daughter."

"Huh? No way! What a coincidence!" Sun Caihong covered her mouth in surprise.

"It can't be fake, I saw it with my own eyes just now."

"..." The two chatted for a long time before parting ways.

One left the entertainment district, and the other entered it.

Unlike the old lady in the cloth hat, her daughter-in-law, Sun Caihong, did not make things difficult for Song Qingqing after learning what had happened.

Instead, she went to the hospital with Song Qingqing to visit the unlucky guy.

Seeing that he was indeed out of danger, they left.

With no outsiders around, the unlucky guy immediately started laughing.

"You've finally come to see me. I want to be discharged from the hospital. I want to help you with your work," the unlucky fellow said, adding that he even wanted to get out of bed and leave the hospital.

But Song Qingqing stopped her, saying, "You should focus on recovering from your injuries!"

After saying that, she asked again, "Do you remember your name?"

The unlucky guy shook his head, his beautiful peach blossom eyes blinking wildly.

"Do you remember where your home is?"

The unlucky guy pondered for a long time, until his head ached, but he still couldn't come up with any useful information.

But because he had a pendant around his neck with the character "意" (meaning "meaning") engraved on it, he asked Song to gently hold "Ah Yi" in her mouth.

Song Qingqing did not agree, but decided to call him Xiaoyi instead.

"You should focus on recovering. I'll go to the police station later and see if I can help you find your family." With that, Song Qingqing left the ward and stepped into the night.

The unlucky guy stood at the window and watched her leave.

The male caregiver saw this, turned around, and reported what had just happened to Sikong Xingchen.

Upon hearing this, the elderly man, consumed by jealousy, threw down a table full of documents, put on his coat, and went downstairs.

Meanwhile, Song Qingqing, who left under the cover of night, first went to the police station to help the unlucky guy report the case and find his family.

After learning that no one had reported a missing person case in the past month, they could only ask them to continue the search.

When I left the police station, the moon was high in the sky.

Walking aimlessly along the roadside, just then, a group of hurried pedestrians came towards them.

Song Qingqing didn't pay attention, but when they suddenly walked to her left and right sides.

Song Qingqing seemed to see something reflective, and took a closer look.

The next moment, she suddenly stepped back.

But as soon as he took a step back, he was unexpectedly kicked in the back.

The next instant, his body flew forward uncontrollably.

Unfortunately, there was a man in front of her holding a shiny little knife, waiting for her to come to him.

As Song Qingqing looked ahead, her body was about to crash into the blade, so she hurriedly pulled the iron rod out of her arm.

With a clang, the iron rod knocked the knife away.

But the other side had about ten people, and they threw a small knife, along with several others.

Although she had averted immediate danger, an even greater danger awaited her.

"Who sent you?" Seeing that she was surrounded and unable to escape, Song Qingqing was wary of the men around her while also asking who wanted to harm her.

As soon as she finished speaking, no one answered; instead, all that happened was that all twelve people attacked her simultaneously once again.

Even if Song Qingqing wielded the iron rod skillfully, it would be of no use against these people.

In no time, she became a punching bag, being kicked and punched around.

During this time, Song Qingqing also wanted to use her abilities to solve one problem at a time.

However, because they were constantly moving, they were unable to successfully utilize their abilities.

With a loud "bang," Song Qingqing's back was struck again.

Her body fell to one side, and the people behind her rushed towards her.

Then came a barrage of punches and kicks as a man with a small knife tried to send Song Qingqing on her journey to the West to retrieve Buddhist scriptures.

An invisible energy emanated from Song Qingqing's body.

Looking down, I saw Song Qingqing's eyes were bloodshot.

There seemed to be something glowing on her neck.

Then, a chill emanated from Song Qingqing and spread outwards.