My backyard leads to the underworld. I became famous by selling goods.

Seeing Yu Bai suddenly falling unconscious, Song Mian panicked and immediately called 120.

At the same time, he called Ling Jiao, and Song Mian got on the ambulance with the medical staff. After arriving at the hospital, he took the unconscious Yu Bai for examination.

Yu Bai seemed to be simply exhausted. Apart from being a little malnourished, no problems were found after a round of examination.

Following Yu Bai to the general ward, Song Mian waited for a while and then saw Ling Jiao who came in a hurry.

"How is Yu Bai doing now?" Ling Jiao stood in front of the bed, lowered his head and observed Yu Bai's condition.

Song Mian stood up from his seat and walked to the bedside. "The examination showed no problems. Mr. Ling, when you first asked me to contact Yu Bai, it wasn't just because you wanted me to be Yu Bai's friend, right?"

Ling Jiao didn't say anything, but his expression was twisted into a knot, and his look was enough to show his embarrassment.

"Miss Song, let's talk outside if we have anything to say." Ling Jiao made a gesture of invitation to Song Mian and led her to the corridor.

Sitting down with Ling Jiao in the empty seat, Song Mian looked at him and sighed.

"Ms. Song, you should be able to tell that Yu Bai isn't actually my biological child. When I was young, I had a comrade-in-arms who I worked with for many years. It was because of me that this comrade died. Yu Bai died at that time, and his mother couldn't bear the blow and committed suicide."

Song Mian was confused when he heard this, and looked at Ling Jiao with complicated eyes.

She had heard some stories about Ling Jiao and knew that Ling Jiao had relied on his own efforts to get to where he was today, step by step.

Needless to say, he has put in a lot of effort to get to where he is today, and he has also gone through a lot of hardships.

"I adopted Yu Bai after that. He knew about his parents, but he never resented me. He was a very sensible child. However, after he turned twelve, he suddenly changed. He became fragile and sensitive, and always said someone was following him. I didn't know what to do. I took him to see many psychologists, but he became more and more miserable..."

"He doesn't have a psychological problem. It seems that there is really something following him. I think since I met you, you should have understood that Yu Bai was not lying, so you wanted me to help Yu Bai, right?" Song Mian said.

Ling Jiao smiled calmly: "You are right. Miss Song, I have always felt guilty towards Yu Bai. Consider it a favor to you. You must help him."

"This is the first time I've encountered a situation like Yu Bai's. I can't guarantee I can help, but I'll do my best." Song Mian thought for a moment and decided to tell Ling Jiao the truth: "I have some ghost friends who might be able to help me. It's too late tonight, so I'll come back to discuss it with you tomorrow night after I've asked them."

"Okay, leave this to me. Miss Song, you can go back and rest first."

After a busy day, Song Mian felt physically and mentally exhausted. After leaving the hospital, he was sent home by Ling Jiao's driver.

After returning home, Song Mian simply washed up and fell asleep.

It felt like he had slept for a while, and when Song Mian was half asleep, he heard a loud noise coming from outside the door.

As his consciousness gradually regained, Song Mian first heard Qi Yefeng's voice.

"Stop them! Don't let them set foot in here!"

When he opened his eyes, he found that it was already dawn. Song Mian quickly got up and came to the front of the store.

Through the glass door, Song Mian saw Qi Yefeng and his bodyguards confronting the Song family outside the door.

Qi Yefeng's face was calm, and he looked composed in the face of the commotion of the Song family outside the door.

Old Master Song was forced into a wheelchair by two bodyguards. He stiffened his neck and kept yelling at Qi Yefeng, "What qualifications do you have to stop me? This is my granddaughter's shop. I'm here to see my granddaughter, not you. Get out of here!"

Qi Yefeng's attitude was very firm: "Boss Song's business is my business. If you are interested in talking to me, then we can talk it over. On the other hand, if you are not interested in talking to me, I will not force you. I can make arrangements so that you can go back and rest."

"Don't think you're great just because you have a few bucks. You've been following Song Mian around all this time. You know exactly what your purpose is!"

Song Mian listened to the voice and saw his uncle pointing at Qi Yefeng's nose and continuing to make a big fuss.

"You little bastard, I'm warning you, you'd better get out of here right now. My father's health is not good. If you accidentally hurt him, you won't be able to afford the compensation!"

"Don't worry, I won't pay a penny to people like you even if I can afford it. If you know what's good for you, just get out of the way. Otherwise, I'll call the police and ask them to come and ask you to leave." Qi Yefeng said in a strong tone.

Old Master Song looked at Qi Yefeng's stubborn attitude, gritted his teeth unwillingly, then suddenly covered his chest and began to hum.

"Ouch, my heart feels so bad! I feel like I'm having a heart attack! Someone come and take me away quickly, I can't take it anymore, help...!"

Qi Yefeng looked at Old Master Song's despicable and inferior methods with indifference, and more sneers appeared in his eyes.

Qi Yefeng didn't bother to listen to Mr. Song's nonsense. Just as he was about to ask his bodyguards to throw Mr. Song out, he saw a figure rushing towards him.

Song Mian's patience completely disappeared. He rushed over and pushed Old Man Song to the ground. "Can you please stop pretending? There's nothing wrong with your body, but you always like to pretend to be weak like this! You used to pretend to be weak, and it made grandma have to take care of you even though she has a heart disease.

Now grandma is in the hospital because of you, and you still want to show off in front of me and take advantage of my age! Old man Song, do you have any bottom line? Are you still a human being?

After being pushed to the ground, Mr. Song not only did not collapse, but he suddenly jumped up from the ground with strength from nowhere.

"You unfilial girl, I'm your grandfather, and we share the same surname, Song, yet you help outsiders bully me! You deserve to die!"

"I don't know if I deserve to die, but I know I won't fall for your tricks!" Song Mian straightened his clothes that had been messed up during his struggle, then looked at his uncle: "Song Qingshan, have you paid your son back the 600,000 yuan he blackmailed me? If it's delayed for another night, I'm afraid it would be too late."

Song Qingshan's face turned pale, then pale and blue. Finally, he said in a trembling voice, "Xiaomian, uncle brought your grandfather here this time not to cause trouble for you, but to sincerely have a good chat with you."

"Let's talk, what do you want to say?" Song Mian said this, but he knew in his heart that Song Qingshan could not spit out ivory from his dog mouth, and what he was going to say next would definitely be very weird.

As it turned out, Song Qingshan did not disappoint Song Mian.

"Xiaomian, look, Ayuan is your elder brother, and Jinyan is your younger brother. You both have the blood of the Song family flowing in your veins. What is there that you can't overcome? You should forgive them when you can. It's just 600,000 yuan. How can it be as important as our family's blood relationship?"