"You're lying."
Jiang Yicheng looked at Song Shengsheng with a smile: "Yes, I was lying and you found out. But so what? My mother doesn't care, why do you care so much?"
"She didn't care about domestic violence."
"You think it's serious, but that's because you've never seen anything more frightening than my father's anger. The day after you left, my grandmother and my uncle showed up, demanding 20 million. My mother couldn't afford it, so they cried and tugged at my mother's skirt in front of the housekeeper and servants, crying without a trace of dignity.
My mom really couldn't come up with the money, so my grandmother was furious, rolling on the ground, calling her an ungrateful person, a money-loser, and someone who didn't care about my brother's life or death. My uncle also said that if he couldn't come up with the money, the debt collectors would chop off his fingers. To protect himself, he would then have to show them the way to my school and ask them to exchange me for money.
My mom is crazy, she's really crazy, so she's been busy trying to get my dad to help deal with this matter, so naturally she can't take care of what she promised you before."
Song Shengsheng looked at him and said, "You are so young, how many truths do you have in your mouth?"
Jiang Yicheng shrugged and said, "If you believe a few of them, then believe them. If you don't believe any of them, then I can't do anything about it."
Jiang Yiyu suddenly chuckled. Jiang Yicheng turned to look at him and asked with interest, "What are you laughing at?"
"I laugh at your story, which is only half true, but you made it very believable. You can become a screenwriter in the future."
"Entering the film and television industry? That's not bad, but I thought I could make it to the big screen by virtue of my resemblance to you. It seems you won't help me. What a pity."
"You're just talking nonsense. That's what your mother taught you."
Jiang Yicheng suddenly fell backwards. He lay flat on his back and looked at the ceiling. "I don't want to be a star. My dad said that actors are all flatterers and are not up to par."
"Everyone is equal!" Song said angrily.
Jiang Yicheng looked at her, blinked, and smiled innocently: "I know, I was deliberately trying to anger Jiang Yiyu, but I ended up angering you first instead of him. I'm sorry."
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