Reborn in the 90s, tearing apart scumbag men for the sake of women.

"Let's move now," Song Lingge added.

"Don't go too far," Zhou Songmei said through gritted teeth.

Song Lingge winked at the boy, who immediately walked out of the residential area, but this time he used the word "walk," clearly waiting for Zhou Songmei's answer.

Seeing that Song Lingge was relentless, Zhou Songmei knew that she was determined to succeed today.

The baby in my arms had tears in his eyes. He had been crying for a while, but now he was tired of crying, or maybe he was so frightened that he forgot to cry.

There was no point in arguing with Song Lingge any longer, so Zhou Songmei said angrily, "Fine, we'll move now. You have to give us some time to go back and pack our things!"

Song Lingge glanced at her own house: "Okay, we should go and keep an eye on it too."

To prevent Zhou Songmei from playing any tricks, Song Lingge said to the classmate who was about to go out and call the police, "Since they're moving, there's no need to call the police. But I'd still appreciate it if you could go out and find me a locksmith. I need to change the locks."

Grandpa Sun interjected at the opportune moment: "There's a locksmith's phone number in the guardhouse."

Song Lingge replied with a smile, "Thank you."

Zhou Songmei's arms, which were holding the child, buckled, and she almost dropped the child to the ground.

Song Lingge felt no sympathy whatsoever for this woman who had brought this upon herself.

"Time is running out, you need to hurry," Song Lingge urged.

Zhou Songmei carried the child at the front, followed closely by Song Lingge and Jing Chu.

Grandpa Sun followed them, claiming he was a security guard and needed to maintain the safety of the community.

Because Nie Ergou kept cursing, he was still being held by the two boys.

At first, everyone thought Song Lingge was with his gang of neighbors from the underworld. But seeing him like this, they all felt it was fortunate that Song Lingge had made preparations beforehand, otherwise, if he had fallen into Song Lingge's hands, he probably wouldn't have fared well.

Without Song Jianping present, the house was in a mess, with children's toys and dirty socks and pants scattered everywhere.

Thinking about how Song Jianping and Zhao Jueyu had been keeping watch over the house every day during its renovation, Song Lingge felt a pang of sadness.

Zhao Jueyu spent decades with Song Jianping in that small house at Nanzhou Middle School. Finally, just when they were able to move into a bigger house, however...

They poured their heart and soul into helping others succeed, yet received no appreciation in return.

He lost his life right here in that room.

Thinking of Zhao Jueyu, Song Lingge couldn't help but feel sad.

At this moment, she felt a pang of self-reproach for not acting sooner to drive these people away.

She was born ordinary, timid, and prone to procrastination, but none of that can be an excuse for her inaction.

At least for this moment, seeing Zhou Songmei and Nie Ergou being kicked out of the room by her, she felt extremely happy.

But this is not enough.

Urged on by Song Lingge, Zhou Songmei and Nie Ergou still dawdled for quite a while before finally finishing packing their things.

They moved in with just their bags; apart from some personal belongings, everything else was prepared by Song Jianping.

Nie Ergou didn't stay here for long, so he had the fewest belongings.

Most of them belong to Zizai, all of which are clothes and toys that Song Jianping bought for him.

Zhou Songmei packed for a long time, but even so, there were still many things she couldn't take with her.

She was holding the child and carrying a large bag on her back, while Nie Ergou was carrying two large suitcases.

These three down-on-their-luck people gave Song Lingge the feeling of being a stray dog.

After sweeping them out, Song Lingge smiled and asked Grandpa Sun, "Do you have a cleaning service's phone number? I'd like to have them come and clean up and take all this trash out."

"Yes, yes, yes, I'll go back first and contact her for you. I'll have her come over directly." Grandpa Sun was very proactive.

"it is good."

The trash that Song Lingge mentioned were the toys that Zhou Songmei couldn't take with her and some of their dirty clothes.

When Zhou Songmei heard Song Lingge say it was trash, she felt that Song Lingge was describing her as well.

She glared at Song Lingge fiercely, then left with the old man and the child without looking back.

The cleaning lady that Grandpa Sun had notified turned out to be his wife. She arrived at the Song family home quickly, and Song Lingge and the others tidied up the house together.

The purpose of cleaning up was actually to remove the things those people left behind.

Once the locksmith comes to change the lock, everything is finally done.

Before leaving Hele Manor, Song Lingge bought Grandpa Sun another pack of good cigarettes and a box of milk as a way of thanking him for his help all along.

Having done all that, Song Lingge decided to take the boys back to school and treat them to a meal.

Of course, the best place is none other than "Delicious Song Xiang".

On the way, Song Lingge and Jing Chu sat together.

Jing Chu frowned and said, "Zhou Songmei's father doesn't seem like a good person. Since you already drove them away, why did you deliberately provoke them at the end?"

Jingchu was not clear about the feud between Song Lingge and Zhou Songmei, so it was understandable that he had this question.

He was entrusted by Qiao Nansheng to protect Song Lingge.

But his actions today made him feel that Song Lingge was making trouble for no reason and had put herself in a dangerous situation.

Looking out the car window, Song Lingge said emotionlessly, "Do you think this matter is over once I drive them away? Zhou Songmei and I have a grudge that started a long time ago. It's not like I can let them off the hook just because I'm more lenient. They've been the ones causing me trouble from the beginning. Although you might think I'm escalating the conflict, it's better to catch them off guard than to let them regroup."

"What? What do you mean?"

Song Lingge glanced at Jing Chu. Well, he's not Qiao Nansheng; it's not something that can be explained in a few words.

“They were driven away by me and are probably worried about their situation right now, but once they're settled, what do you think they'll do?”

"To get revenge on you," a boy in the back seat blurted out.

Song Lingge nodded: "Yes, given Zhou Songmei and her father's personalities, they will definitely seek revenge on me no matter what."

Jing Chu still didn't understand: "Then why did you provoke them?"

Song Lingge rolled her eyes speechlessly: "I'll give you a chance, but organize your thoughts properly."

"Okay, okay, they're the ones who provoked you. But I still don't understand, why did you provoke them? Were you afraid you'd sleep too soundly?"

“They were driven away by me with a belly full of anger, and they will always be thinking about revenge. They might take action against me soon. At this time, no matter what kind of revenge they take, I will be able to guard against it. If I don’t escalate the conflict, although they will move away with resentment, their anger has not yet reached a critical point. They may settle down first and then slowly make their plans. As for me, I don’t know when they will make a move against me, and I live in constant worry.”

"Then you still have to guard against them harming you, and you're still constantly worried." Jing Chu still didn't understand.

However, Song Lingge did not intend to explain.

Just as Jing Chu said, she did it on purpose.

Song Lingge is using herself as bait to lure them into attacking her.