In a certain casino in Nanhai, Song Cheng hangs out like this almost day and night.

Just when she was having fun, someone suddenly patted her on the shoulder. Song Cheng regained consciousness and cursed, "Who is it?"

"Brother Dong, Brother Dong, I didn't know it was you."

Zhong Dong said expressionlessly, "Song Cheng, come with us."

Song Cheng saw that the situation was not right and said with a smile: "Brother Dong, didn't we already agree? The money will be returned to my daughter, you go find her."

With a snap.

Zhong Dong slapped him directly and said viciously: "Fuck you, you dare to mention your daughter's bitch."

Song Cheng was slapped in the face and covered his face, saying, "Brother Dong, let's talk nicely."

"Tell your mother to take him away."

He sent a few younger brothers to attack Song Cheng, and then dragged him like a dead dog to an alley outside the casino.

"Brother Dong, I know I was wrong. Give me a little more time, and I promise to find a way to return the money."

Song Cheng was scared and knelt down in front of Zhong Dong and begged bitterly.

Zhong Dong held a cigarette in his mouth, lit it with a lighter, took a deep breath of the thick smoke, bent over and spit it all over Song Cheng's face.

"Do you know how much trouble you've gotten yourself into?" Zhong Dong said as he patted Song Cheng's face.

Song Cheng was stunned and asked, "Brother Dong, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean? Listen carefully, tell your daughter, that bastard, to return the money within three days. If you don't, I'll chop off your other hand."

After Zhong Dong finished speaking, he waved his hand to signal his younger brother.

Before Song Cheng could understand what was meant, he was pinned down, with his left hand held tightly.

"Brother Dong, please spare my life, please spare my life..." Song Cheng was so frightened when he saw this scene that he broke out in a cold sweat.

A younger brother holding a knife next to Zhong Dongchong waved his hand, and the younger brother handed a machete to Zhong Dongchong.

Zhong Dong held the machete and looked at Song Cheng: "I will charge you some interest tonight if you don't pay me back within three days. Forget your other hand."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Dong chopped off Song Cheng's left hand with a knife.

With a "puff", Song Cheng's left palm was cut off by a single blow of the knife.

"Ah, ah... my hand..." Song Cheng witnessed his palm being cut off with his own eyes, and then he felt severe pain from the broken palm.

Song Cheng hurriedly pinched the wound with his hands, his face suddenly turned pale, the pain was excruciating, and sweat covered his forehead.

Zhong Dong took the machete and slapped Song Cheng's face with the blade: "Listen carefully, go back and tell your daughter to remember to pay back the money."

After saying that, Zhong Dong left with his little brother without looking back.

Song Cheng rolled on his back in pain, and waited for his recovery. His will to survive made him climb up despite the severe pain, and he did not forget to pick up his broken palm.

Holding onto the wall, he stumbled to the road.

"Save me, save me..." Song Cheng shouted weakly. Seeing that no one paid attention to him, he went to the road to stop the car.

He took only a few steps before falling down in the middle of the road.

A kind-hearted person stopped his car to check and saw that his hand was severed, so he quickly called the emergency number.

After a while, Song Cheng was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment.

The next morning.

Chen Ping got up early, prepared breakfast, and called Han Xiaoyu to get up.

Han Xiaoyu slept very late last night and fell asleep immediately. If Chen Ping hadn't called her, she would have been late today.

After washing up, Han Xiaoyu saw the prepared breakfast and felt very happy.

"Brother, the breakfast you make is much better than the one we buy outside."

“Is this true?”

"Really? No one has ever made breakfast for me since my grandma passed away."

"I'll cook it for you later."

"Hehe, it's a blessing to have a brother who loves you."

"Eat quickly, don't be late."

"Um."

After breakfast, Han Xiaoyu picked up his schoolbag and left as if he was going to war.

Chen Ping simply packed up the dishes and followed him out.

"Brother, you don't have to send me off every day."

"That won't work, especially recently. I'm worried."

"All right."

Just like yesterday, Chen Ping rode his bike to accompany Han Xiaoyu to school.

When we arrived at the school gate, today was different from usual. The school gate was full of students, and everyone was talking.

"What's going on?" Han Xiaoyu was stunned and pushed his bicycle to join in the fun.

"Xiaoyu." Xu Feifei happened to be there, and when she saw Han Xiaoyu coming, she came up to her and said, "Xiaoyu, something bad has happened to the teacher."

Han Xiaoyu was shocked: "What? What happened to the teacher?"

"The teacher's information was posted everywhere at the school gate, saying that the teacher had borrowed money and didn't pay it back."

"These bastards."

Han Xiaoyu was furious and parked his bike. He walked out of the crowd and shouted, "Everyone, get out of my way."

When the students saw that it was Han Xiaoyu, they did not refuse. Han Xiaoyu took a look and found that it was indeed Song Mingming's debt information, as well as her home address, a copy of her ID card and other information.

"Son of a bitch."

Han Xiaoyu cursed, tore off the paper on the wall, and turned to the students, "Don't believe these things. Teacher Song has no money at all. They are doing this just to discredit Teacher Song."

The students don't care about these things at all. They think it's a big deal and say all kinds of things.

"Xiaoyu, there's nothing. There are a lot more posted outside." Xu Feifei came over and said.

"snort."

Han Xiaoyu came to Chen Ping angrily and said, "Brother, these people are too bad."

Chen Pingxiao didn't expect that the Youth Gang was so vengeful.

"Don't worry, Xiaoyu, I will take care of it. You can go to school without any worries."

"Um."

Han Xiaoyu looked at Xu Feifei and asked, "By the way, does the teacher know?"

"I don't know. The teacher hasn't come to school yet."

"Not here yet?"

Han Xiaoyu murmured, and said, "I'll call the teacher."

"Teacher, where are you?"

Song Mingming's voice came from the other end of the phone: "What's wrong, Xiaoyu? I'm in the hospital now."

"In the hospital? Teacher, what happened to you?"

"I'm fine, don't worry. My dad is in trouble and I'm in the hospital."

"Oh, teacher, something happened at school. Those people posted your information all over the school. Come quickly."

"What? How could this happen?"

"yes."

"Okay, I'll come to school right away."

Song Mingming hung up the phone, worried.

In fact, she was mentally prepared, but she didn't expect it to happen so soon.

This morning, she was getting ready to go to school when she suddenly received a call from the hospital saying that something had happened to Song Cheng.

Although she didn't like Song Cheng, he was her father after all. Song Mingming had no choice but to go to the hospital, and as soon as she arrived at the hospital, she was told to pay for the surgery.

Song Mingming had no choice but to pay the medical fee first. Just after paying the fee and preparing to see what was going on, Han Xiaoyu called.

Song Mingming came to Song Cheng's ward. After the operation, the broken palm could not be reattached. However, the bleeding had stopped and the wound had been treated.

At this moment, Song Cheng was lying on the hospital bed, with an IV drip hanging on his head, his face pale.

"Daughter, you are finally here..." Song Cheng couldn't help but burst into tears when he saw Song Mingming.