Freedom

"Yang Na, go to the exact address first. See if you can find anything."

"Okay, but the houses here are all built in a mess." As Yang Na spoke, the camera began to shake.

After searching for a while, Yang Na quickly found the address Qian Fu had mentioned in a small alley.

It was a two-story concrete house at the end of a narrow alley. The cement had been applied roughly, and children had covered it with all sorts of colorful graffiti.

The door to the second floor was locked, and the address indicated the second floor.

Crash! The sound of a bowl breaking came from inside, followed immediately by another sharp slap.

Startled by the noise, Yang Na took a step back, then cautiously moved forward again.

"Money, money, money! All you ever know is money! How much do I even make in a month?!" A man with a coarse voice shouted from inside.

Then came a woman's tearful cries. "You promised me when you married me! You promised you'd be responsible for Dad's treatment expenses!"

"You still dare bring up your father! No wonder he's born under the sign of money! How much money has that old man swallowed over the years? Why isn't he dead yet? How much longer is he going to torment our family?!"

The sounds of bowls breaking and tables and stools toppling over rang out from inside again, mixed with a girl's suppressed sobbing.

Hearing what they were arguing about, Li Huowang knew they had found the right place. After thinking quickly, an idea came to him. "Excuse me, is Qian Peiling here?"

"Who is it?" A scruffy, bearded man walked out wearing a yellow electric scooter helmet, his expression hostile.

When he saw that the speaker was a young student's face