The old man and the old lady returned home.
The house was full of noise and commotion.
Fang Xiaoshan was tied up, thrown in the corner, while the eldest couple had long vanished without a trace.
Several loan sharks, drunk and disheveled, were scattered around the table, chicken bones littered, peanuts strewn across it, the smell of alcohol overpowering.
The old man glanced at his chest on the cupboard, which had been pried open, and the two bottles of Maotai that had been gifts from his second son were long gone, now drunk by these scoundrels.
The moment Xiaoshan saw his grandparents, he was overjoyed—his grandparents were back! He was definitely going to be saved.
"Grandpa, Grandma, did you bring back the money?"
This was his lifeline.
The room fell silent.
The leader dropped his cup and staggered off the bed, approaching the old man.
"Old man, where's the money?"
A hand as big as a fan reached out, stretching right up to the old man.
