After saying goodbye to the unlucky guy, Song Qingqing headed towards Happy Street, where she encountered the pale-faced scholar who had been waiting there all along the way.

Song rolled her eyes and was about to leave on her bicycle when, unexpectedly, the other person grabbed the handlebars of her bike and stared at her.

"I really have a question I want to ask you." The pale-faced scholar looked anxious, but Song Qingqing didn't want to pay him any attention.

"Is it about who my father is again? Since you're so curious, I'll tell you then. My father is Song Weiguo from Songjia Village."

It couldn't be anyone else but him.

"No, he is definitely not your father." The pale-faced scholar had also been inquiring about Song Qingqing's situation these past few days.

He knew very well that Song Qingqing could never be Song Weiguo's daughter.

"If it's not him, then who is?" Song Qingqing was speechless, pushed his hand away, and tried to leave.

But the other person not only wouldn't let her go, but also pulled her aside and continued to talk about her father.

"Enough! Do you think I'm easy to bully? Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

After putting down the bicycle, Song Qingqing grabbed the other person by the collar, ready to start a fight.

But the pale-faced scholar seemed to have lost his mind, letting her do as she pleased, and even asked, "Your father could never be Song Weiguo, absolutely not him."

"If it's not him, then who is it? Tell me!" Before she died, Song Qingyi also said that they were not biological sisters with the same father and mother.

Even now, Song Qingqing still doesn't understand why she said that.

Moreover, she observed that Song Qingyi still didn't know the reason.

At least for now, she still doesn't know.

"I don't know." The pale-faced scholar opened his mouth, looking disappointed.

Are you fucking crazy?

You don't know what you mean by coming up to me and saying this.

"Are you asking for a beating?"

"But I know what the pattern on your neck means."

What's that pattern on your neck?

She didn't know when the pattern appeared on her neck.

Upon hearing this, Song gently released the person and pushed them aside, then untied her silk scarf and looked down into the stinking ditch.

In the end, we didn't see anything.

"Are you lying to me? There's nothing on this at all." Song Qingqing was furious. She turned around, shoved the pale-faced scholar, put on her silk scarf, and got on her bicycle.

But before she could ride away, she saw the pale-faced scholar standing in front of her again, saying, "Remember to be very careful tonight, be very careful."

After saying that, he turned and left quickly.

He left very quickly, in the blink of an eye.

But Song Qingqing was stunned.

What does it mean to be careful at night?

Could you please explain yourself clearly?

Song Qingqing looked up at the sky speechlessly. The appearance of this pale-faced scholar was very strange, and his attitude towards her was equally strange.

He never intended to kill her from the beginning, and now he even feels a bit of kindness towards her.

This is truly bizarre.

Composing herself, Song Qingqing returned to the shop.

Before she knew it, it was time to close the shop and go to bed. Song Qingqing first studied her abilities and, after confirming that she could make the air cold or hot, lay down on the bed.

I don't know if it's because she's timid, or what.

Lying in bed, the words of the pale-faced scholar kept echoing in her mind.

Be careful at night, be extremely careful!

Damn it, Song gently turned on the light and began to take precautions, better safe than sorry.

Traps were set up at the doorway and windowsill.

She would be startled awake whenever someone came in.

After a flurry of activity, Song gently lay down.

She quickly fell asleep, but there was one thing she overlooked.

That means she lived in an iron shed, the easiest place for such a thing to get into, besides the doors and windows, there was also the iron shed roof.

Sure enough, not long after she fell asleep, someone entered her residence through the gate.

The next day, Song Qingqing woke up to find herself in an unfamiliar place.

And she had changed her clothes.

She was dressed in a revealing bunny girl outfit, with chains on her hands and feet.

Song Qingqing was shocked and cried out, fully waking up.

"Are you awake?"

Is anyone there?

Looking up, she saw a handsome young man with a sinister air about him, sitting with his legs crossed, smoking a cigar and sizing her up.

Those single-lidded eyes conveyed nothing but contempt and disdain to Song Qingqing.

"Who are you? Why are you arresting me?"

Song Qingqing recognized the man; he was Sikong Xinghai, Sikong Xingchen's brother.

She had seen him once from afar in her past life; he was arguing with Sikong Xingchen about something.

Because it was too far away, she couldn't see it clearly.

But right now, she doesn't know him, nor could she possibly know him.

"Why? Of course, it's for fun! Don't you think it's interesting?" Sikong Xinghai put down his crossed legs, extinguished his cigar, and stepped forward to lift Song Qingqing's chin.

But Song Qingqing dodged it.

Sikong Xinghai has a problem: he likes to force things. The more someone doesn't want to do something, the more he wants them to do it.

For example, right now, Song Qingqing doesn't want him to pinch her chin, but he insists on doing so anyway.

He reached out again after failing the first time.

He was much faster this time.

Song Qingqing tried to dodge, but because she was sitting on the ground and hadn't gotten up yet, after struggling and resisting for a while, the other person still grabbed her chin.

"Since you're not bad-looking, I'll give you a chance. Just kneel down and lick the ground here clean, and I'll untie your shackles, how about that?"

Song Qingqing glared at the other person. If it weren't for the fact that glares can kill, she would have killed the other person long ago.

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