"Mom!" Ding Murou suddenly remembered something, glanced at the girl's back, walked to the middle-aged woman's side and gently patted her back, "Alright Mom, I still have something to talk to her about, I'll send her away in a few days!"

"Rou Rou, you can't be so kind to everyone. Haven't these two jinxes taken advantage of us enough? They're getting too cocky today!" The middle-aged woman continued to curse, her voice growing louder and louder.

Ding Murou felt a surge of irritability. She hated her mother's behavior the most. If she became a big star in the future, but her mother acted like a shrew all day long, what if the paparazzi took pictures of her? It would seriously affect her career!

"Mom! Aren't you annoying me?!" Ding Murou stomped her foot, her voice becoming a few decibels higher.

Yu Minying feared no one except her daughter, Ding Murou. After marrying Lao Ding, she couldn't conceive and was often ridiculed. Later, she looked at pictures of fertility and drank Chinese medicine every day. Finally, in the fifth year, she started to have a baby.

Although it was a daughter, Yu Minying was overjoyed and doted on Ding Murou like a precious gem. Even though the family was poor, they borrowed money to send Ding Murou to various interest classes and tutoring classes. Ding Murou attended a private elite school, and the couple bought her whatever her classmates had, even if they had to sell their possessions.

Seeing her daughter was angry, Yu Minying quickly coaxed her, "Alright, alright, Mom won't say anymore. What do you want to see that jinx? Let me tell you, you'd better stay away from that jinx. He didn't come home last night, who knows where he slept!"

Ding Zhong pushed up his glasses and said casually, "I think she changed her clothes. She wasn't wearing this last night."

"Oh, you! Last night you told me you were going to the bathroom, but you went to check on her at the door instead," Yu Minying fiercely grabbed her husband's ear. "Do you think I'm abusing your nephew and niece?"

The man's ears turned bright red from being pulled, his gentle and honest face showing anger but not daring to speak out: "I just went to take a look, I didn't let anyone in, look at you, what's the rush?"

Ding Murou glanced at the closed bedroom door and instructed, "Mom, keep an eye on her and don't let her leave. I have something to ask her."

Yu Minying agreed and wanted to ask what was wrong, but Ding Murou was too impatient to talk to her and went straight back to her bedroom.

As soon as Bi Xie entered the bedroom, he smelled an unpleasant odor.

It smells like excrement.

An Chen was tied to the bed, and the moment he saw Bi Xie, tears streamed down his face.

The boy's hair hadn't been styled in a long time; it was slightly long, and he had some stubble on his chin. His mouth was crooked to one side, and he kept trembling, "An, An An... An An..."

With each word he spoke, his tears flowed even more profusely.

You could tell he was having a lot of trouble speaking.

"elder brother".

Perhaps because the original owner's body still retained a trace of instinctive emotions, Bi Xie's eyes suddenly became a little sore. He slowly walked over, squatted down, and whispered, "Brother, I'm back. I'm fine. I'm sorry to have worried you."

The boy had dark circles under his eyes, clearly indicating he hadn't slept all night.

"Brother, what happened to your forehead?" Bi Xie's gaze sharpened as he looked at the boy's swollen forehead.

"It's okay, it's...it's good that you're okay. An'an, An'an, don't run around. It's not safe outside." The boy opened his mouth with difficulty. Although he spoke very slowly, saliva kept dripping down from the corner of his mouth.

Bi Xie took a tissue and wiped the boy's mouth.

The smell inside was unbearable, so Bi Xie untied the knots and helped An Chen out of bed.

As soon as the door opened, Yu Minying's gaze shone through like an X-ray.

An Xie didn't come back last night, but now she's bought fast food and new clothes. I don't believe she didn't sleep with some other man!

With her meager earnings as an extra? She can't even afford a bottle of soda!

However, An Xie's face is so beautiful that it makes people jealous, no one knows who he got it from.

But what's the use of just being pretty? Without even a college degree, even if she tries to make it in the entertainment industry, she'll only ever be a menial extra. How can she compare to someone like Rou Rou, who has a formal education in acting?

"Uncle, come help me."

An Chen became incontinent; it was inconvenient for a girl like her.

Ding Zhong glanced at his wife subconsciously.

Yu Minying glared at her fiercely.

Ding Zhong stiffened, glancing apologetically at Bi Xie, "Xiao Xie, Xiao Chen should be able to go to the toilet by himself. He's only partially paralyzed; he can walk slowly while holding onto the door..."

"It's not that your uncle doesn't want to help, it's that your aunt won't allow it!" The middle-aged man looked troubled, his face clearly saying this.

Bi Xie glanced at his domineering and fierce aunt, then at the cowardly man who was too timid to look at, and said coldly, "Clean up my brother, 200 yuan, Uncle, are you in or not?"

The middle-aged woman and man were taken aback. Ding Zhong adjusted his glasses and said, "We're all family, why would we charge you? Xiao Xie, do you have 200 yuan?"

Bi Xie nodded.

Ding Zhong immediately smiled and strode over to help An Chen up. "Xiao Xie, go watch some TV. Your uncle will help you wash. It's not convenient for you, a girl, even if we're siblings."

Bi Xie didn't stand on ceremony. Seeing the bathroom door closed, he walked expressionlessly to the living room sofa and sat down.

In the summer heat, the fast food was still steaming hot. Bi Xie laid the plastic bag on the coffee table, took out the food inside, and waited for An Chen to wash it and come out to eat.

The meal included fish and meat, a balanced mix of meat and vegetables, and it didn't look cheap.

Yu Minying snorted, her eyes filled with undisguised disgust and suspicion. "An Xie, where did you get the money?"

This outfit and this meal must have cost at least four or five hundred yuan.

She had heard from Rou Rou that the most she could earn as an extra was 300 yuan a day, and that was for a minor role with a few lines.

Could it be that she's really being kept by someone?

Yu Minying felt contemptuous, but she was also very gossipy. If An Xie was really being kept by someone, she could talk about it with others while playing cards. Then she could kick An Xie and An Chen out, and no one would say that she, as their aunt, was heartless.

She had no choice; Anxie had gone astray, and she couldn't let Rou Rou live with Anxie and be led astray by her.

Yu Minying probably forgot that An Xie was kicked out by Ding Murou a few years ago and was not allowed to enter her bedroom.

The house isn't big, with two large bedrooms and a small bedroom that's like a storage room. Right now, An Xie and An Chen are crammed into that poorly ventilated little bedroom.

An Chen slept in the dormitory during college, while An Xie slept alone in the small bedroom. After An Chen's accident, An Xie gave up the bed for his brother to sleep in, and he himself slept on a makeshift bed made of a few stools.

"Why should I need to report to you where I got the money?" The girl's lips curled up coldly, but her gaze did not look at the middle-aged woman.

She didn't even need to look to know that his chubby, round face must be contorted with rage.