Junior sister, she reached the pinnacle of life by picking up rags

Feeling warmth in the palm of his hand, Yan Yun raised his eyes and looked at her gentle and powerful smile, and his heart couldn't help but be touched.

She lowered her eyes again, and her mood had calmed down a lot.

Yan Yun's parents pushed open the door cursing, and without looking at anyone, they saw Yan Yun sitting there.

Yan Yun's mother walked over, rolled up her sleeves and wanted to slap her, saying angrily, "You little bitch only knows how to cause trouble for us."

"What are you doing? This is a police station, not a place for you to make a scene."

The police stopped her and looked unhappy.

"Why don't you apologize to the others? Police officer, do you want compensation for this? My family has no money. If they want to find someone, they should find this guy who is paying for it."

Yan Yun's father glared at Yan Yun's mother in dissatisfaction and smiled.

He looks very honest outside, but goes crazy when he gets home and beats people up at every turn. He is a typical bully.

The police sister looked at Yan Yun and sighed.

Yan Yun didn't react much. Instead, he held her hand to indicate that he was fine.

Then she raised her hand.

"Uncle police, I want to report that they collected the stolen scrap steel and wanted to sell it, so they hid it under our bed."

There was no expression on Yan Yun's face. She had heard these words countless times.

After these words were spoken, Yan Yun's parents' faces froze and their eyes rolled around in panic.

"What are you talking about? The police officer has a brain burnt out. She keeps talking nonsense all day long!"

Yan Yun's mother waved her hands quickly, but the police didn't listen to her at all and looked serious and earnest.

"Are you telling the truth?"

The police looked at Yan Yun, but seeing the panic on Yan Yun's parents' faces, they also knew what was going on.

"Yes, I can take you to find it."

Yan Yun nodded obediently. In her previous life, these two people made a small fortune by selling these things privately. The "prince" in her family was afraid that Yan Yun would snatch them from him, so he instigated her parents to kick her out.

"Yanyun, are you going to die?"

As she spoke, Yan Yun's mother was about to hit someone again, and it was obvious that she was angry and humiliated.

"Yes, police comrade, you can't be careless about this. We just said a few harsh words to her, and she said nonsense. She is just a child and doesn't know better."

Yan Yun's father had a gloomy look on his face. He looked at Yan Yun fiercely, then turned and smiled at the police.

The others had no idea why someone would suddenly start to kill their own relatives for the sake of justice. They completely forgot that they were still in the police station and just looked like they were watching a show.

"It's not up to you to decide whether it's nonsense or not. We'll know once we go over and take a look."

The police looked at the honest Yan Yun, then at Yan Yun's parents who were full of thoughts, and he made a judgment in his heart.

As they were leaving, Su Xiaoxiao suddenly grabbed Yan Yun's hand and threatened him word by word under her gentle appearance, "Student Yan Yun, you'd better come to school early tomorrow. We will definitely treat you well."

Yan Yun grabbed Su Xiaoxiao's wrist with his backhand, so hard that Su Xiaoxiao couldn't help but scream, "What kind of reception? I don't understand what you are saying. Can you say it again in front of the police?"

She spoke in a loud voice, not at all timid, and then shook her hand away, causing Su Xiaoxiao to fall to one side uncontrollably, while the police in the room pretended not to see.

Su Xiaoxiao was so angry that she clenched her palms. She could no longer maintain the condescending expression on her face and stared at Yan Yun who was leaving.

Yan Yun's home is located in an area with poor security and a mixed crowd, so in the past she never dared to go out except to go to school or work part-time. The gazes of the men on the street always made her want to dig a hole and hide in it.

The tip of my nose was filled with the smell of rotting and fermenting garbage. There was only one dim street lamp lighting the alley. The ground was bumpy and wet, as if it was sewage dumped by someone, mixed with the smell of garbage.

Yan Yun’s home is at the innermost part of the alley. It is very small and shabby.

"Why did you come back just now? I'm almost starving. Come and cook for me."

As soon as they entered, Yan Hai started shouting. He was Yan Yun's lazy and gluttonous younger brother who always thought he was the boss and hung out with a bunch of social people all day long.

The house was in a mess, with things piled up randomly, and a sense of oppression rushed straight to the front.

Looking at this place, Yan Yun was a little dazed, but when she heard Yan Hai's voice, her eyes were full of disgust.

Yan Hai is three or four years younger than her. Because of the attitude of Yan Yun's parents, he treats Yan Yun as a servant in the family and joins others in bullying Yan Yun.

He even brought his group of friends home. Those people were a bunch of trash, and Yan Yun didn't dare to go out of his room every time.

Yan Hai was a bit fat, and his face was covered with acne due to his long-term irregular work and rest. He looked at the police, panicked parents and expressionless Yan Yun in the room, and his heart skipped a beat. "Dad, Mom, what happened?"

"Uncle policeman, please follow me." Yan Yun walked around him and went straight to her parents' room.

Yan Yun's parents were anxious and kept winking at Yan Hai.

"What are you doing? Be quiet." The policeman stepped forward to block their view, and then said to his colleague, "You two go and check on her. I'll watch them here."

When the evidence was presented to the police, Yan Yun's parents could not argue even if they had eight hundred mouths, and they were taken away directly.

Yan Hai, who still hasn't reacted, looked confused. He stood at the door for a long time without coming to his senses. When he turned to look at Yan Yun who was sitting calmly on the chair, the expression on his face suddenly changed.

"Did you tell anyone? You bitch—"

He walked towards Yan Yun with a sullen face and cursed, but waited for him to finish.

"Snapped--"

Yan Yun had already stood up and slapped him hard. Although she was thin now, she usually did all the hard work and was very strong.

Yan Hai was beaten so hard that he saw stars, his mind went blank, and even his body fell to one side.

But she wasn't done yet. She looked at the long wooden stick on the ground, picked it up swiftly and hit him with it.

She had learned a lot from the world of immortal cultivation. Every blow of the stick hit the flesh, quickly and fiercely. In less than three minutes, she had beaten the opponent to the point where he could not get up. Yan Hai also changed from cursing at the beginning to begging for mercy.

"Does it hurt?"

Yan Yun looked down at Yan Hai, whose face was bruised and swollen, and asked, "I ask you, does it hurt?"

"It hurts! Sister, please stop hitting me."

Yan Hai answered quickly. He could never understand why Yan Yun, who was usually timid and cowardly, suddenly went crazy. But when he saw her cold eyes that looked as if he was trash, he suddenly became scared.

She suddenly squatted down, grabbed his hair, forced him to look at her, and said sternly, "When you hit me and scolded me, and let those people look at me and touch me wantonly, why didn't you think that I was your sister?"

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