"You fucking..."
"Are you trying to shut me up, Dad?"
"Um?"
Ding Daming was taken aback. "What do you mean?"
"You can't tell anyone about this. No one can know," Ding Cheng said slowly. "I won't tell anyone! Just give me some of the money."
Ding Daming chuckled a few times, his teeth itching with hatred.
Ding Cheng had just seen it; Ning Meng had given him a lot of money.
However, he was far away and only saw the money. He couldn't hear their conversation clearly, nor did he hear anything about them trying to frame his sister.
He made all of these up himself.
He just wants that money.
Ding Daming owes him, and he also owes Pei Nian.
"Dad," Ding Cheng leaned against the door, shrugging like a petty thug, and grinned mischievously, "Think it through. A little money can shut me up! If you don't want to, then you'd better live in fear! I have a few friends at school now, and I don't know when I might suddenly tell everyone about you meeting that girl..."
"Alright, alright, you little bastard!" Ding Daming took out some money and threw it to Ding Cheng just like Ning Meng had thrown it to him earlier.
"Enough already?!"
Ding Cheng didn't have much of a concept of money; he only knew that this was the largest denomination banknote.
This money should be enough to treat my sister to a nice meal!
Ding Cheng smiled, crumpled the banknotes haphazardly, stuffed them into his pocket, and before leaving, he didn't forget to turn back and try to extort money from him again:
"Dad, I'm your son, it's only right that I ask you for some money! If I don't have enough, I'll come back!"
"you……"
Ding Daming took off his shoes and threw them at him, but Ding Cheng ran fast and disappeared in a flash.
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