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However, from the time of the incident until now, in just a year's time, he seemed to have aged over a dozen years. His messy and gray hair, the wrinkles on his forehead, his lifeless eyes, cracked lips, messy beard, and his sweat stained shirt; no one could link him with the "Boss Zhao" of a year ago.

Qin Zhu was a little younger than Zhao Dagong, at least a flower that was famous for its beauty back in the day. She had established a relationship with Zhao Dagong and was also called a perfect couple, and they saw that she was still wearing a print jacket that she made in the tailor shop a few years ago. Zhao An's school uniform was on her lower body, and her shoes were covered in dust. Life at home will be better, the father will stand up again, the mother will be beautiful let the son be proud.

Zhao An didn't mind his mother's ugliness. He obviously didn't care about his mother's looks. He just wanted to see his mother, who was already beautiful to begin with, return her gaze to her.

"Mom, I'm not going to the Internet Cafe, I'm staying at home." Zhao An stopped Qin Zhu from searching for money and held her hand. It was different from the gentle and gentle feeling he had when he was young. Zhao An could clearly feel the rough edges of Qin Zhu's palm and the calluses on her finger.

"Ah, how can that work?" Qin Zhu was well aware of the fiendish nature of Zeng Wen's group. They were merciless when it came to handling matters, and Qin Zhu didn't know what would happen next. She would always stay by her husband's side, but at least she hoped that her son wouldn't be affected … She also didn't want her son to see his parents being humiliated.

"Don't you usually enjoy playing games?" "Stay in your room. No matter what happens outside, don't come out!"

Other than creditors, almost no one came to the impoverished Zhao Family. At this time, other than Ceng Wen, who else could it be?

"Dad, Mom, there's no need to be afraid …" Zhao An put his arm around his parents shoulders. He, who was seventeen years old, was already much taller than his parents. Although his slim body didn't have much of a sense of security, Zhao An still said, "With me around …" I won't let anyone bully you in the future. "

Hearing his words, Zhao Danchen and Qin Zhu were slightly surprised, and then a warm feeling flowed into their hearts. It was just that their son was still too young … Although he felt like he had grown quite a bit in an instant, the current situation at home was not something his son could deal with.

Zhao An opened the door and saw Ceng Wen.

Although Zeng Wen's name had the word "Wen" in it, in reality, he was a notorious hooligan without any skill. Because he had a big head and a short lower body, his entire body seemed out of proportion. Many people called him Bighead.

Ceng Wen brought five people and three people to guard the outside. As Zhao An opened the door, Ceng Wen and two hooligans rushed in and sat on the sofa without a trace of politeness.

"You opened the door pretty quickly, huh?" Ceng Wen didn't even look at the couple. He just laughed and stared at the small TV set, "Are you guys ready?"

"Please give me a few more days …" Zhao Datong seemed to be used to bowing his head with difficulty. He knew that such a request would not be accepted by Ceng Wen.

"I've already said it already, now you all want me to give you a few days of peace. What? Aren't you guys taking my words to heart?" Ceng Wen suddenly grabbed a teacup and smashed it on the television. "F * * k, you're not giving me any face!"

The television exploded, sending sparks flying everywhere. After a few sizzling sounds, a few wisps of fireworks flew out. Zhao Dagong's body trembled. Zhao An could clearly feel the shock and fear his mother felt. He quickly hugged his mother tightly.

It could be said that Zeng Wen was someone that Zhao An deeply hated. No one could forget the person who had forced their parents to their deaths … A person could tolerate many things, could slowly be worn down by the cruel reality of blood. However, as a human son, there was no reason for him to forget his hatred and extinguish the will to take revenge while his enemies who killed his parents were still carefree and happy.

Zhao An had never forgotten that. Even when he was on the verge of death, he hadn't forgotten that face. Now that they had met again, the flames of his anger were only suppressed under his calm eyes.

Previously, he didn't personally experience the scene of Zeng Wen forcing his parents. However, this time, Zhao An had no intention of witnessing it again. There was no need to let Zeng Wen impose his despair and fear on his parents.

"I really don't have a single cent left at home." Qin Zhu sobbed weakly, her body feeling a little weak, "Brother Wen, please let us go!"

Zhao An supported his mother. Zeng Wen bared his teeth and smiled. "I'll let you off. Who's going to let me off?" It was perfectly justified for a debt to be paid back. Old bitch. I think you look pretty good. Although you're a bit old, why don't you go to the concert hall? Haven't a lot of these old women been doing this for the past few years? "

"Big Head Powerful!" Clean your mouth! " Zhao Datong frowned, clenching his fists tightly and trembling with rage.

Qin Zhu's body stiffened, he could only feel that his face was covered in blood, and his tears rolled in his eyes.

"Mom, you go to my room first." Zhao An forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart as his blood boiled. This was because he had received so many years of training and mental state training, which allowed him to be patient. Zhao An opened his room's door and let Qin Zhu sit by his bedside before he left the room.

"What are you doing? Go to your room with your mother." Even though he was in his own house, Zhao Datong kept his voice low. Being under the eaves of a house, he had no choice but to lower his head. This feeling had accompanied him for too long and was deep-seated deep within his bones.

"Dad, there's twenty thousand dollars here." Zhao An took out the money and handed it over to Zhao Dagong.

Zhao An was very clear that Ceng Wen was only begging for money. If he really forced him to his death, it wouldn't benefit him at all …. As long as the Zhao Family still had the money to pay, Zeng Wen would not stop. At least, he would be able to settle down in the next two days. Then, it would be convenient for him to do more things.

Zhao Danchong took the money and looked at his son in shock. His heart was filled with doubts, but he could not ask any more questions.

"So the money is hidden in my son's hands!" Ceng Wen snatched the money from Zhao Dagong, patting him on the palm of his hand and snickering, "Zhao Dagong, you really know how to cry when you see a coffin!"

Ceng Wen did not put Zhao An in his eyes at all. Even Zhao Dagong was not worth him looking at, let alone Zhao Dagong's son. Thinking about it, this was money that Zhao Dagong had left for his son. He planned to risk his life to not pay it back, to save some money for his son's future use … That was human nature, a pity for the parents of the world!

But what the hell does this have to do with me!?

"How much do you have left? Hurry up and take it out. Laozi doesn't have that much time left to waste on you!" Zeng Wen threw two thick stacks of money onto the tea table. "I haven't read many books, so I can teach you how to write the word death!"

"No more for today, I'll pay it off tomorrow. Come again tomorrow night." No matter how arrogant and despotic Zeng Wen was, Zhao An was no longer that frail youth. His mentality was different, and he had a much calmer mindset. However, his hatred for Zeng Wen did not diminish in the slightest.

Many years later, when he saw the person he was closest to, the love in his heart grew even more. When he saw the person he hated the most, the hatred in his heart grew even more.

"Gentle Reminder: The Brush Pavilion has activated a new domain name." "The original domain name is about to go out of use." Please tell each other, thank you!