Yan Can left, but Young Master Zhou's gaze remained fixed on her retreating figure.
"Should we follow them?"
An indifferent voice came from behind.
Young Master Zhou paused, then shook his head.
"I'm not going anymore."
"The Zhou family does not concern itself with the Yan family's affairs."
After saying that, he started the engine and sped away.
On the other side.
Following 377's directions, Yan Can arrived at the urban village where the Yan family lived.
"Turn left, go straight for 500 meters, then turn left again for 300 meters. The house at the deepest part of the house is where the Yan family lives now."
Yan Can casually asked, "Is it rented?"
377 hesitated, "No."
Yan Can: "You hesitated just now."
377: "..."
It said, "The house was originally registered under Yan Jian's name, but it soon wasn't."
Just now, Yan Jian was tricked and lost another 100,000 yuan gambling, and has already mortgaged his house.
Yan Can understood immediately and couldn't help but clap his hands in delight.
But he quickly frowned again.
"Who are these creditors? They wouldn't kill Yan Jian before I do, would they?"
377: "..."
What are these problems that the host is worried about?
It said, "No..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yan Can interrupted him.
"An alcoholic and abusive father, a mother with brainstem deficiency, the older sister of a female protagonist in a sadomasochistic novel, and she who died tragically on the street."
In the entire story, only the original owner of the body died.
Yan Can sneered and cursed in a vulgar language that was in stark contrast to her appearance and temperament:
"Let whoever wants to die, die. I'm not going to die!"
"I want them all to die!"
Yan Can's actions silenced 377 completely.
Is this really Boss Ruan's daughter?
As they spoke, they arrived at the Yan family's residence.
The dilapidated wooden door with peeling paint, the dirty and smelly walls covered with bizarre graffiti, and the stinking ditch and rotten vegetable leaves in front of the door.
If Yan Can hadn't known that this was the Yan family's residence, she would have thought she had stumbled upon a garbage disposal plant.
She stepped forward.
Just as I was about to knock on the door.
But the door suddenly slammed shut on its own.
Yan Can: "This is to welcome me."
377: "..."
If you say so, then so be it.
Before I even entered, I could hear mournful sobs coming from inside.
"Don't come again!"
"He's not home."
"Even if you tear this house down, he still won't have the money to pay you back!"
377: "The female lead's mother, Wang Juan."
She was adopted by the prestigious Zhou family in the city from a young age and enjoyed top-notch education and resources, but she ended up with Yan Jian, a good-for-nothing hoodlum, when she was just starting high school.
She severed ties with her adoptive parents in order to marry Yan Jian, and later married him with the assets given to her by the Zhou family.
The year the original owner was born, Yan Jian lost all his wealth gambling, not only serving more than a year in prison, but also losing a leg in prison.
He blamed all his misfortunes on the original body, believing that the original body was his nemesis and brought him bad luck. He almost killed the original body many times. Later, he found the original body's terrified screams when it was beaten more interesting, so he began to torture the original body for many years.
Wang Juan is Yan Jian's biggest accomplice.
"What a scumbag."
Yan Can muttered.
He kicked aside the bench blocking his way and arrived at the largest door.
The doors and windows were locked.
Only the sound of weeping could be heard coming from inside.
"I already said I have no money!"
Even if you sold me, you wouldn't get any money!
Without saying a word, Yan Can kicked the door open.
He was crying and sobbing, utterly dejected.
Wang Juan inside was startled and began to cry out about her miserable situation.
Yan Can: "It's me."
The crying stopped immediately.
Half a minute later.
The door opened a crack.
Through the crack in the door, Yan Can saw a pair of scarlet, swollen eyes.
Are you alone?
Wang Juan asked.
Yan Can laughed in exasperation, "Otherwise what?"
She kicked him.
Caught off guard, Wang Juan was hit in the face by the door panel and fell to the ground.
Ouch, my face!
"Aren't you going to come and help me up right now!"
Yan Can ignored her calls.
After entering, look around.
Ignoring the typhoon-like furnishings inside, he sat down on the chair that was clearly used to block the doorway.
Wang Juan called out for a while.
Only after realizing that Yan Can really ignored her did she slowly sit up.
She rubbed her nose while looking Yan Can up and down.
"Where have you been all day? Do you even know how terrible this has happened at home?"
Yan Can: "If you want to die, then you die."
Wang Juan's eyes widened in surprise at her rebuttal.
Yan Can: "What happened? Did Yan Jian bring his mistress home again, or did he give you to his creditors as payment for his debts?"
These words were spoken.
Wang Juan's expression turned ferocious as she pointed at Yan Can and began to curse.
"Shut up!"
"You damned debt collector, what did you just say? If it weren't for you, would our family be in this state now?"
"Would Jian and I have ended up like this?"
As usual, if there was even the slightest trouble, Wang Juan would scold and beat the original owner of the body.
However, unlike before,
The original owner would quietly listen to her scolding and let her hit him, but when he couldn't take it anymore, he would turn around and run away.
Yan Can then took out a wrench.
She told 377, "My mom said that if anyone dares to point a finger at me, she'll break all ten of their fingers!"
With a single wrench, Wang Juan's finger was severed in two.
The insults were unbearable to hear.
The screams were like heavenly music.
I enjoyed watching Wang Juan's screams for a while.
Yan Can stood up.
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