Old Mrs. Song is reborn; get out of here, you scumbag husband and illegitimate child!

Just as the three were about to go in, a child's sharp shouts and curses suddenly came from the narrow alley next door.

"Let me go, you brat! I'm going to find Er Gouzi to play with."

A chubby boy was punching and kicking a skinny girl in front of him, his fists pounding against her thin shoulders.

The one called "Dead Girl" is Lin Ximei.

She gripped the boy's arm tightly, repeating only one sentence over and over: "I won't let go, Grandma told me to take you home."

The boy was furious.

He spat on Xi Mei's face.

"You freeloader bastard, I'll beat you to death later."

The younger sister neither dodged nor flinched, and didn't even wipe the saliva off her face, still holding onto him blankly.

With quick reflexes, Mr. Shen immediately raised the camera hanging around his neck and snapped two quick photos.

The boy didn't even notice that there were three more people around him, and he was still kicking the girl's shin.

The younger sister's thin legs were already covered in bruises, but she just wouldn't let go.

Song Xianglan's eyes darkened, and she took a few steps forward, grabbing the fat flesh on the back of the boy's neck.

"Ouch, let me go!" The boy struggled desperately.

Song Xianglan stared at him menacingly, a gleaming boning knife appearing in her hand. She patted the boy's crotch with the back of the knife.

"You little brat, you're pretty arrogant. Bad kids should have their genitals cut off and fed to stray dogs."

The boy looked down at the knife and turned pale with fright.

The curses that were about to escape his throat were abruptly cut off.

"I...I'm a good kid," he stammered, correcting himself. "She's the bad kid. My mom says she's an unwanted brat, a money-loser from birth. She won't be any good when she grows up."

Hearing these vicious words, Song Xianglan was furious.

She kicked the boy in the calf.

The boy's legs buckled and he knelt on the ground, bursting into loud sobs.

Song Xianglan casually picked up a cockroach that had just crawled out from the base of the wall and threw it directly at the boy's face.

"Try howling again? If you cry again, I'll shove you into the sewer next door and feed you to the rats."

The boy was so frightened that he shut his mouth abruptly. This old woman was so fierce!

His face was covered in tears and snot, but he didn't dare to utter a sound.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shen's mother stepped forward, grabbed Ximei's thin hand, and led her a few steps away.

"Girl, don't be afraid. That grandma has a bit of a temper. She's talking to that bad boy. Let's leave him alone," Shen's mother said gently.

The younger sister was so frightened that she didn't utter a sound.

Shen's mother tentatively lifted the hem of her shirt.

The little girl's entire back was covered with crisscrossing red marks and purplish-blue bruises. Old wounds hadn't healed, and new ones were already covering them, leaving almost no unscathed skin.

Song Xianglan put the boning knife back into her bag, grabbed the boy's ear, and tricked him into saying a few words.

The situation of the Lin family has been clarified.

She grabbed the boy by the collar with one hand and led him up the dilapidated six-story self-built house.

Mr. and Mrs. Shen quickly followed with their daughter, Ximei.

Upon reaching the third floor, Song Xianglan raised her hand and banged on the door.

He smashed it seven or eight times, but no one opened it.

A wooden door next to them opened a crack, and an old woman with a wrinkled face peeked out.

The old woman glanced at the boy huddled in Song Xianglan's arms and pursed her lips.

"Stop knocking, no one's home at the Lin family's." The old woman's eyes shifted and landed on Xi Mei. "Oh, Xi Mei, why didn't you keep a close eye on your little brother? Your grandma and your mom will beat you again."

Song Xianglan put on a smiling face, took out a handful of milk candies from her pocket, and stuffed them into the old woman's hand.

"Sister-in-law, I'm the grandmother of this brat's classmate. This brat beat up my grandson at school, and I've come to your door to demand an explanation." Song Xianglan pushed the boy into the corner and began to try to get on his good side.

The old woman saw that it was imported milk candy and casually put it into her pocket.

"Then you've come at the wrong time. The adults in their family have all gone to work." The old woman leaned against the doorframe and started chatting. "The old man is at the construction site, the son does odd jobs and gambles. The daughter-in-law works at a snack shop nearby. That old woman also does odd jobs."

Song Xianglan feigned surprise, "This large family, you must be struggling to make ends meet, right?"

"What's the big deal? Other people have a good daughter who brings home loads of money every month."

However, her son gambled away all the money. Whenever he lost, he'd come home and throw a tantrum, and the whole family would take it out on this little girl. The old woman looked at the little girl with a hint of pity. "This little girl is pitiful; she's beaten and scolded every day."

As they were talking.

A young woman's voice came from the old woman's house:

"Mom, what nonsense are you spouting at the door again? What's wrong with adults disciplining a disobedient child? If Grandma Lin hears you, she'll be standing at the door yelling at you for half an hour."

The old woman's expression changed.

He muttered in a low voice:

My daughter-in-law thinks I'm too talkative.

Song Xianglan took out two one-yuan bills and stuffed them into the old woman's hand.

"Sister-in-law, I'm sorry to have kept you from your work. I've been wondering, when this brat was fighting, he bragged that his parents did something important. I wanted to find out what kind of important things they did that could raise such a little tyrant?"

The old woman held the two yuan in her hand, and the wrinkles at the corners of her mouth deepened.

"I don't know if she did anything big. But I once heard Lin's daughter-in-law cursing in the house, saying that Xi Mei was a bastard and that her mother was immoral and despicable, doing things that would kill off her offspring."

"I was wondering, could it be that her younger sister wasn't her biological child?"

The old woman paused after speaking, then said apologetically, "I'm not going to talk to you anymore, or my daughter-in-law will scold me."

She quickly retreated back into the house and closed the door.

Song Xianglan had a plan in mind.

"Let's go." Song Xianglan turned and went downstairs, calling to Shen's parents.

The three of them walked out of the alley not far.

"Stop! We're checking temporary residence permits."

Several community security officers wearing red armbands blocked their way.

The young man in the lead was holding a rubber stick.

Shen's mother and father took out their blue temporary residence permits and handed them over.

The joint defense team member glanced at it, returned it, and turned to look at Song Xianglan.

"and yours?"

Song Xianglan rolled her eyes. "I'm here to visit relatives. Why would I need a temporary residence permit? My son works in the city."

"You don't even think before you brag. Your son works in the city, and you come to this urban village to beg for food?" The security guard reached out and grabbed Song Xianglan's canvas bag.

"What are you doing?" Song Xianglan asked, protecting her bag.

The security guard unzipped his jacket, revealing a boning knife.

"They're carrying a weapon. Take them away." Two people next to her grabbed Song Xianglan's arms.

Shen's father stepped forward and blocked Song Xianglan's path.

"How can you be so unreasonable? We're old and we carry knives to protect ourselves. What right do you have to arrest us? What rule says we can't carry knives?"

"Smack."

The security guard raised his hand and slapped Shen's father hard on the shoulder.

Song Xianglan's sparks flew directly to the top of her head.

"You bastard, you dare hit me? I'll stab you to death!"

She rushed forward, ready to fight to the death.

Shen's mother clung tightly to Song Xianglan's waist.

"My dear in-law, don't be impulsive." Mother Shen was sweating profusely. "Let him catch him, I have a way."

Song Xianglan gritted her teeth and glared at the joint defense team members.

The security guards shoved Song Xianglan and forced her into a dilapidated van.

The car was already packed with more than twenty people, especially several young girls who were terrified and looked pale.

A young girl, no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, said in a trembling voice, "Grandma, how come you were arrested at your age? You'll suffer there."

Song Xianglan snorted coldly.

"It's still uncertain who will suffer."

Outside the car, Shen's mother ran to the public phone booth at the alley entrance and dialed a number.

Less than ten minutes.

A person rushed over.

Several more people were crammed into the car where Song Xianglan was.

The crowd was so dense that Song Xianglan felt like she was suffocating.

Upon seeing Song Xianglan sitting in the car, the visitor was covered in sweat and turned to point at the joint defense team members, cursing them out.

After he finished scolding her, he quickly helped Song Xianglan out of the car.

"Madam, I'm so sorry, the staff below were ignorant." He bowed repeatedly, then turned to apologize to Mr. Shen, "Sir, this was our mistake."

Song Xianglan straightened her clothes.

"Is just apologizing to me enough?" Song Xianglan pointed at the van. "Release everyone inside."

"Well... none of them have temporary residence permits."

"Everyone comes from the countryside to build Shenzhen. Who can scrape together a few hundred yuan to get a temporary residence permit?"

"How can you send them to a shelter to work without temporary residence permits? Is this how you do things?" Song Xianglan interrupted him sharply.

She knew how dangerous this shelter was in her past life.

It's comparable to the coal mines in Northwest China.

"If you won't release them, then I won't leave either. I'll go with them to the shelter; I want to see if that place is a cannibalistic place."

The young man and woman in the bread cart bowed to Song Xianglan, almost choking up.

I've met some good people.

The other person wiped their sweat and gritted their teeth.

We definitely can't let Song Xianglan go to the shelter.

Release them.

The twenty-odd young men and women jumped off the car, walked up to Song Xianglan, and bowed deeply.

"Thank you, Grandma."

They all ran away in a swarm.

As Song Xianglan watched them run away, she felt that the trip had been worthwhile.

Mr. Shen walked up to the joint defense team members with his camera in his arms.

"You young people, instead of working, you take on the identity of community defense team members to do some shady things."

It's utterly corrupting the atmosphere of Shenzhen.

You can't fawn over investors while treating migrant workers with contempt.

The joint defense team members lowered their heads, unwilling to accept defeat.

But they didn't dare utter a single word.

The three of them turned and walked out.

The photos were taken, the situation was clarified, and half of the Lin family's background was also revealed.

The rest is easy.