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

It turned out to be a call from Grandpa Sun.

How many days has it been? What kind of trouble have Song Jianping and Zhou Songmei gotten themselves into this time?

“Honey, I saw that woman come again today, with a suitcase. She must have moved to your house. Oh, and your dad was holding a little kid.”

A little kid? What the heck?

"How old is he? How old is he?" Song Lingge was completely bewildered.

"She's at most two or three years old, your dad is still holding her, but she's not a baby."

"Grandpa Sun, are they still at home? Have they come out?"

"No, no, I called you as soon as they got back."

"Okay, thank you, Grandpa Sun, I'll be right there."

Song Lingge hung up the phone, and Qiao Nansheng, Zhao Zhangguo, and Lin Xiuzhi all gathered around.

The bizarre conversation left everyone stunned.

"Who made the call?" Zhao Zhangguo asked.

Song Lingge promised not to lie to them, but how could she say such a thing?

"To be honest, we can handle it," Zhao Zhangguo said again.

“It was a security guard from Helejia Garden. He said he saw my dad and a woman carrying a child home.”

Even though they were mentally prepared, Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi were still startled.

Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng quickly helped one of them up and carried them to the sofa.

After they were seated, Song Lingge continued, "I know that woman; she's my father's goddaughter. But I don't know anything about that child."

"That beast! My poor daughter, how could she be so blind as to fall for such a person?"

Lin Xiuzhi, who had cultivated her character throughout her life, couldn't help but swear.

“They’re still at home. Go there now. Nansheng, please go with her.” Zhao Zhangguo only regretted that he was old and weak, otherwise he really wanted to rush to Hele Manor and beat that bitch up.

"Grandpa Zhao, I know." Even if Zhao Zhangguo didn't tell him, Qiao Nansheng would definitely go with Song Lingge.

But Song Lingge looked at the two elderly people with great concern: "I'm worried about you two being like this."

Zhao Zhangguo's expression softened: "Don't worry, we haven't seen that beast's end yet, he won't die so quickly..."

"Grandpa!!!"

Song Lingge couldn't bear to hear that word.

Lin Xiuzhi also glared reproachfully at Zhao Zhangguo, who became less and less reserved as he got older.

“Go ahead. You won’t feel at ease if you don’t check. We’ll also feel at ease if we don’t know the situation, and it’s even worse for our health.”

"You said you would believe me. If you don't take good care of yourselves, I won't tell you the truth anymore."

The threat was very powerful, and Zhao Zhangguo immediately promised not to hold a grudge against that scumbag anymore.

This time, Qiao Nansheng drove exceptionally fast, and arrived at Hele Manor in no time.

Grandpa Sun lingered downstairs at the Song family's building, waiting for Song Lingge.

"Grandpa Sun!"

“Daughter, you’re here. They’re still upstairs. I’ve been watching over them and haven’t left.”

I'm so grateful to this kind old man.

Song Lingge handed the entire Hongtashan cigarette to Grandpa Sun: "Grandpa Sun, I am deeply grateful and will not thank you enough. Please take this."

You can either smoke the whole carton of cigarettes yourself or sell it.

"You silly child, I really want to help you, why are you always so polite?" Grandpa Sun kept pushing it back, he really wasn't after the reward, how could he convince him?

"Grandpa, please don't refuse me. It wouldn't be good if someone saw us. This is my gift, please accept it."

Pushing and shoving outside someone's building is really not a good thing. Grandpa Sun's task is very difficult, and he must not be exposed.

So Grandpa Sun took the cigarette and said softly, "I'll be going now. You two be careful! Don't be so polite next time."

Song Lingge smiled and nodded, "Of course I won't use this method again next time!"

With heavy steps, Song Lingge went upstairs and stood in front of the door, when suddenly she felt timid.

She could disregard Fang Guanghua's feelings in the slightest when dealing with him.

However, Song Jianping is her biological father.

But when she thought of Zhao Jueyu, who died unjustly, her gaze became more resolute than ever before.

"Knock knock knock—" Song Lingge knocked on the door of destiny.

"Who is it?" It was Song Jianping's voice.

“Dad, it’s me.” This was Song Lingge’s battle; she could no longer back down, and answered loudly.

The room fell silent for a moment, and Song Lingge patiently started knocking again.

"Dad, open the door! What's wrong? Did you faint?"

Concerned words, but with a dismissive tone.

After a long while, Song Jianping finally opened the door, his forehead covered in sweat.

He said with displeasure, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

Song Lingge glared at him reproachfully: "Dad, why do I feel like you're not happy that I'm back? This is my home!"

Song Jianping was taken aback by the question and explained, "That's not what I meant. If you don't call and ask, what if I've gone fishing and you've made a wasted trip?"

I haven't been here for a few days, and this house has changed a lot.

It seems that buying and decorating the house didn't deplete Song Jianping's money; he added quite a few things, such as a sofa, coffee table, and dining table.

However, the television looked very familiar.

"Did you move the TV from the apartment building over here?"

“Your aunt is busy with the steamed bun shop and doesn’t have much time to watch TV, so I moved here.”

Song Lingge couldn't control her expression and frowned in disgust. How could Song Jianping do such a thing?

Song Jianmei must be feeling incredibly distressed.

"Don't stand, come and sit down. What brings you here today?"

It seems that Song Jianping is very afraid of Song Lingge wandering around.

"Uncle Song, excuse me, I need to use the restroom." Qiao Nansheng suddenly spoke up.

Song Lingge almost couldn't help but laugh; this was indeed a good idea.

"It's inside, I'll take you there." Song Jianping really didn't know how to refuse this request.

"No need, I've already caused enough trouble. You two talk, I can go by myself."

The layout of the Song family's house has a corridor between the living room and the dining room, with three bedrooms on either side of the corridor, and the bathroom at the end.

Qiao Nansheng walked towards the restroom, and Song Jianping watched him nervously.

That guilty look on his face really doesn't look like that of a middle school principal.

"Dad!" Song Lingge deliberately raised her voice.

Song Jianping's tense emotions were startled: "What?"

"What's wrong with you? Are you sick? Why are you sweating so much?"

Song Jianping wiped his forehead, his hands covered in sweat, and explained awkwardly, "I had nothing to do just now, so I did a few push-ups."

As expected of her father, he can come up with this excuse so easily.

"By the way, what brings you here?" Song Jianping asked again.

"Grandpa is calling you home for dinner." Having inherited Song Jianping's talent, Song Lingge could also speak fluently without hesitation.

Why would Zhao Zhangguo invite Song Jianping home for dinner? Song Jianping looked on with suspicion.

Before he could ask any further questions, he heard a child whimpering and crying.