There are very few people who know about the Lin family and the Song family, and even Song Wenli's cousin Song Nuanyang doesn't know. Although the Chu family has a good relationship with the Song family, they don't necessarily know the whole story.

What's more, Chu Huainan was sent abroad since he was a child, and his relationship with his parents was not so close.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Yimian said calmly: "You quarreled with your family again?" ”

Chu Huainan straightened up, and returned to a hanging-up appearance, "You guessed it." ”

Lin Yimian: "Don't make this kind of joke next time, when people hear it, they think I'm wrong with you." ”

Chu Huainan took two steps back, and his index and middle fingers together drew a horizontal line in front of his forehead, "Obey." ”

After sending Chu Huainan off, Lin Yimian went home and took a simple shower, then sat on the bed and continued to translate the manuscript. When the hour hand pointed to twelve o'clock, Lin Yimian packed up his things and was about to go to bed, but the door was slammed.

She watched a few news stories about a single woman living alone and being killed a few days ago, and she was a little stunned, so she picked up a broom before walking over to open the door.

"Open the door quickly!" The old man's hoarse shouts pierced through the thin door panel like an invisible knife.

Lin Yimian put down the broom and opened the door slowly.

The old man outside the door had wrinkled skin, gray hair, and his arms were as thin as dead branches. Her sunken eyes were bloodshot, and the dull old age spots were especially noticeable around the eyes, which looked terrifying.

"Give me money!" The old man pulled Lin Yimian's hand, and the folds above his eyelids were stretched out because of excitement.

Lin Yimian glanced at her, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"I've been playing mahjong with those people lately, and I've lost again."

The people in the old man's mouth are several rich wives in City A who love to play mahjong. These rich wives are still a round younger than the old man, and I don't know how she is cheeky to put on the mahjong table.

"I don't have any money." Lin Yimian withdrew his hand and said coldly.

"No money? How can you have no money?! The old man screamed, his long, black nails slicing across Lin Yimian's arm, leaving a few blood marks, "Didn't you reconcile with Song Wenli?" How can there be no money?! ”

Lin Yimian's heart skipped a beat and asked, "Who said that I reconciled with Song Wenli?" ”

"You don't care how I know!" The old man slammed on the door with emotion, and kept shouting, "Money, money!" I want money! ”

The rental house is in an old residential area in the corner of the city, with mottled walls reflecting the yellow dirt that has accumulated over the years, and the corridors are narrow and crowded, and the air is filled with a damp smell. The corridor lights went off because of the old man's shouting.

Lin Yimian looked at the old man who looked like a madman, and only felt a sadness in his heart. No matter how much she didn't want to admit it, she had to call her grandma.

The soundproofing here is not good, and it doesn't take long for the sound of swearing coming from downstairs.

"I don't sleep at night!"

He Liu turned a deaf ear and still went his own way. Lin Yimian couldn't stand it anymore and reached out to stop her.

The old man's forehead was swollen with an irregular shape the size of a watermelon grain, which was especially noticeable in the ravines.

Lin Yimian only glanced at it before retracting his gaze, turned around and took out two hundred yuan in front of the cabinet.

"That's all I have now."

"It's only two hundred?! It's not enough for me to stuff my teeth! ”

Lin Yimian lowered his face coldly, and made a gesture to withdraw the two hundred, "Don't forget it." ”

He Liu immediately put the money in his pocket again, and said in an unkind tone: "I'll take the two hundred first, and I'll come back in two days!" ”

The silent corridor is dark and quiet, if there is a trafficker at this time, Lin Yimian is not afraid.

It is better to end it once than the pain of blunt instrument bloodletting and grinding flesh.

He Liu lowered his head and rubbed in the corner again, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, held up the money and took a photo of the window that had just been blacked.

- Done, give money.

The text message was sent along with the photo, and a second later, the sound of the money coming in suddenly sounded, startling away the rat that was sneaking around the corner.