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The rain came quickly and went away quickly.

There was a hint of moisture in the air, making the July weather, which had been stuffy for a long time, finally feel a little cooler.

"Remember, your life is at stake."

Song Youan's mind kept echoing Xin Xiangyu's last warning to her. She couldn't help but feel frightened. Could it be that she would really be killed because of doing business in Dazhao?

Although the other party did not continue to clarify the matter after my questioning, no matter what, this statement must have been made with good intentions and was by no means alarmist.

It seems that I have to be more cautious in the future.

After returning to the villa, Song Youan picked up her phone to check the messages. Unexpectedly, today was unusually quiet. Apart from Muzi asking her if she was free to have dinner together tomorrow, no one sent her a message.

When Song Youan saw the word "dinner", she felt hungry and realized that she hadn't eaten a single bite of food today.

"Dad, I'm going back to eat tonight. I want to eat braised chicken."

Song Youan lay leisurely on the sofa and called her father. She glanced at the time and asked, "What time do you get off work today?"

"Yuan, I have something to do. Why don't you eat by yourself today?"

Song Qi responded in a low voice, which made Song Youan feel a little strange.

Normally, when she asked to go home for dinner, her father would be the happiest person and he would never refuse her. And the strange thing was that the auto repair shop where her father worked was usually very noisy. Whenever she called him during work hours, she would always hear a noisy background noise, but today it was unusually quiet.

Song Youan was very attentive and noticed something was wrong. She sat up and asked, "You didn't go to work today?"

"I'm at work." Song Qi said, "I have something urgent to do, so I'm not at the factory right now."

"Then where did you go?" Song Youan asked.

"I do not……"

Song Qi wanted to explain, but another voice on the other end of the line interrupted: "Is that Youan? Ask her to come over and I'll talk to her in person."

Song Youan immediately recognized that the voice belonged to the old lady.

"Dad, what's going on? Why are you with them? Didn't we agree not to contact each other in the future?" Song Youan said anxiously, with a somewhat angry tone.

After returning the house to the old lady, my father promised her that he would no longer have any dealings with the Song family and would only transfer living expenses to the old lady every month to fulfill his obligation to support her.

It’s only been a few days since he was kicked out?

Hearing his daughter's anger, Song Qi knew he could no longer hide it, and said helplessly: "They found the auto repair shop. I was afraid they would cause trouble, so I had no choice but to come out with them."

"What are they going to do?" Song Youan asked.

Song Qi stammered and couldn't say anything. It seemed like someone on the other end was trying to snatch his phone away. He vaguely heard someone wanting to talk to him in person.

Song Youan frowned. Is it related to her?

What connection could she have with the Song family?

"Dad, where are you? I'll come over now." Song Youan asked.

Song Qi understood his daughter's temper, and there were some things he couldn't say, but his daughter could. So he simply told Song Youan the address: "It's at the Sichuan restaurant at the intersection of the auto repair shop."

Song Youan knew this store, so she changed her clothes and took a taxi there.

Forty minutes later, Song Youan walked into the Sichuan restaurant aggressively and saw a group of people sitting near the window.

The old lady, the second son of the Song family, Song Feng, and his wife Guo Wanfang.

The three of them sat on the same side, while Song Qi sat alone opposite them like a prisoner on trial.

"What's going on? Are you being a rogue again?"

Song Youan came closer and stood still, looking at them with a slightly gloomy expression.

Guo Wanfang crossed her arms over her chest, rolled her eyes, and turned her head slightly.

Song Feng looked at Song Youan and said, "Why are you talking so harshly, kid?"

"I have nothing nice to say to you." Song Youan casually put her Hermès on the table and sat down next to her father. She looked at the old lady opposite and raised her chin. "Tell me, what are you talking about? How do you think it has something to do with me?"

"You stupid girl..." The old lady's face turned dark and she was about to curse.

Song Feng pulled her and said, "Mom, tell me something."

They had all experienced Song Youan's tongue. If they really got into an argument, not only would they not gain any advantage, but their business might even be ruined.

The old lady swallowed her curse words, glared at Song Youan fiercely, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Your house...that villa, will be mortgaged in the next few days."

"Mom!" Song Qi said helplessly, "How many times do I have to tell you this? That house was given to Youan by her aunt when she was dying. How can you let her mortgage it?"

"If I give it to Youan, then it belongs to Youan, right?" The old lady glared at him and asked, "What? I can't sell it then?"

Song Youan didn't react at first, but when he finally reacted, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Sure enough, people really laugh when they are speechless.

"No, you still know that the house is mine? Why should I mortgage it when it's in good condition?" Song Youan found it so mysterious. How could a person be so shameless that he even coveted the things left to her by her aunt, and asked for it so blatantly.

She looked at Song Feng and sneered, "No way, second uncle, you need money again? Didn't my father give you his old house? Didn't you sell it? Even though it's old and dilapidated, there are still three or five million, right? Didn't you lose it all?"

"It's only been a few days, your fever can't be so fast, right?"

"How can you talk like that? Is it unlucky or not?" Guo Wanfang was so angry that she couldn't help but retort, but she was stunned when she saw the bag that Song Youan placed on the table.

Song Youan snorted disdainfully, "It's not your bad luck, but it's your fault that you did it. How dare you covet my things? Even if I burn the house down, you won't be able to take a penny from me."

"It's quite funny. Why don't you ask the owner of this restaurant if he has a house? You can just go there together. You don't care about your dignity anyway."

Song Feng looked at Song Youan with a serious expression and said, "Youan, don't be so aggressive. Second Uncle is just discussing this with you. He's using the money for turnover, and it's not like he won't pay you back. With such a big company, how could Second Uncle really need this little money from you?"

"Just a small amount of money?" Song Youan sneered speechlessly. "Although my villa is not in the city, it is also in the sixth ring of Beijing and Haikou. It's several hundred square meters. It costs at least 10 million. Second uncle, you are so arrogant."

Then she felt something was wrong and wondered, "Why don't you borrow from uncle? He has at least five or six houses in Jinghai, right? But my dad, an honest man, is being bullied by him?"

Song Qi was filled with anger and said, "Anyway, that's Youan's house. Don't try to harm her."

He doesn't care about himself, but he will never give in when it comes to his daughter.

"Bang!" The old lady suddenly slammed the table and shouted excitedly, "I have the final say in this family. How can I be the boss of a little girl like you?"