"Open the door! We are He Xiaoya's parents. We have something to do with you. Song Lan, I know you are inside. Open the door!"
A thin female voice shouted unceremoniously.
He Xiaoya’s parents?
Song Lan remembered that He Xiaoya was born in the countryside and stayed in Night City after he was admitted to college. His parents had always lived in the countryside.
Song Lan opened the door a little crack.
But on the other side of the door, someone was forcefully pulling it open.
A lean and mean middle-aged couple squeezed in.
As soon as they stepped into the door, they raised their mobile phones and pointed at Song Lan's face to take pictures: "Look, everyone, this is the face of that bitch mistress. She is the one who caused my daughter to lie in the hospital alive.
Either way, you will harm my daughter for the rest of her life!"
He Xiaoya's father rushed into Song Lan's apartment and smashed everything he saw.
The vases, teacups and pots and pans were all broken on the floor, like a madman.
Song Lan rushed over to stop him: "What are you doing? You are breaking into a house without permission. This is illegal!"
Father He lifted Song Lan away and said angrily: "Illegal? My daughter turned into a vegetative state because of you. You are still alive and well. What should I be afraid of?"
"If you keep doing this, I'm going to call the police!" Song Lan growled.
Behind him, Mother He sat down on the ground and cried into the mobile live broadcast room: "Look, everyone, this heartless vixen harmed my daughter and wants to send us to jail. There is no justice in the world!"
Song Lan turned her head and stared at the camera that Mother He was taking, feeling suffocated.
This was the first time she met He Xiaoya's parents. She didn't expect them to be such stubborn and unreasonable people.
No wonder He Xiaoya didn't even want to invite them to her wedding.
"Can you please calm down? What do you want, and what's the point of coming to my house to make a fuss?"
Song Lan's thin body was trembling slightly, and her face was pale as she stared at the crazy couple.
When He's mother heard this, she quickly got up.
His neat body is stronger than that of a young man in his twenties.
"Xiaoya may not be able to wake up in this life because of you. You must compensate! Give me 800,000 yuan. This is the money you pay for our Xiaoya's life!"
Mother He said confidently to her cell phone: "If you don't give it, everyone will be watching, and you will never go out again in your life!"
"Eight hundred thousand?" Song Lan smiled.
She has He Chaozhi's black card in her hand, so it's not difficult to compensate the He family for 800,000 yuan.
But she was completely affected by this incident and was framed by Fang Xueqi.
If it were given to He Xiaoya in person, Song Lan would be willing to pay any amount of money.
But for the He family...impossible!
Song Lan had heard He Xiaoya say before that their family valued boys over girls, and almost all of He Xiaoya's monthly salary was given to the family.
Several times when life was difficult, it was Song Lan who helped him get through it.
The He family first used live broadcast to overwhelm others, but Song Lan was not afraid.
Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. Anyway, she already has nothing.
"Shall I give you 800,000 yuan so that you can get out of my house and never hold me accountable for harming your daughter?"
When Mother He heard that there was something going on, her tone was soft and conciliatory: "As long as you give us 800,000 yuan, I will be more generous and treat Xiaoya as unlucky and accept the loss!"
"But if the eight hundred thousand is one penny less, you, Song Lan, will not even think about peace!" Father He threatened fiercely.
Song Lan glanced at the two of them coldly, only for He Xiaoya to feel sad.
At this time, no one in the comment area of the live broadcast room blamed He's family for bullying others, and everyone was encouraging He's father and mother.
"Uncle and aunt are doing the right thing. You should let this bitch see how powerful you are. Good people can be bullied by others. Xiaoya was too cowardly and kind before, so she was harmed miserably!"
"Where does Song Lan live? If she refuses to pay, we will help you go to her house together!"
Others said: "Uncle and aunt, isn't eight hundred thousand too little? Don't be soft-hearted when asking this bitch for money. Xiaoya's life is worth a lot of money. I think it's at least one million!"
Mother He looked at it and quickly changed her tune: "The eight hundred thousand before is not counted. I think you are not sincere in procrastinating. I want one million now!"
Song Lan smiled.
She stepped on the debris on the floor, calmly sat back on the sofa, and looked at the He family calmly.
"With only one million, how can you give up on seeking justice for your daughter and be willing to let your daughter be a vegetative her whole life? If I were you, I wouldn't give you a penny, and I would have to put the other person in jail for decades, and make life worse than death.
The taste is incredible.”
He's father and mother looked at each other and said unnaturally: "I don't care, anyway, one million is essential. If you don't give it to us today, we won't leave!"
With the support of hundreds of thousands of netizens in the live broadcast room, the He family feels that they have a unique advantage and are confident.
Song Lan said indifferently: "Then you can stay. Anyway, I won't give you any money."
"What did you say!?" The He family suddenly jumped up.
His eyes were fierce, as if he wanted to rush up and eat Song Lan.
The live broadcast room also exploded, calling Song Lan worse than a beast.
Song Lan guessed how she was scolded in the live broadcast room at this moment, but as a reporter, she was very aware of the formation of public opinion, so she didn't care.
Song Lan even had time to boil water and make a pot of tea.
While pouring tea, he lowered his bright eyes and said lazily: "Friends in the live broadcast room, I know you must be very angry now and think I am a bastard, but I also hope you understand clearly that I am treating you as a gun.
Who is the messenger?"
Mother He suddenly became alert: "What are you talking about?"
Song Lan ignored her and continued to drink tea: "I have three questions. First, when Xiaoya was working, she gave you tens of thousands of dollars in salary every month. She herself was often hungry and had no money to pay.
Do you know the rent?"
He's father and mother pretended to be surprised: "What, there is such a thing? How is it possible? We didn't even ask her for money!"
"Really? Just check her bank statements to find out whether she has given her. I believe netizens are omnipotent and they should be able to find out soon." Song Lan raised her eyebrows.
The faces of the He family really changed, and they gritted their teeth and said: "...it's because Xiaoya is filial and insists on giving us some money every month for retirement. We said we didn't want it anymore. We didn't know that Xiaoya was living a hard life. If we knew
,can I ask for her money?"
Song Lan sneered: "Second point, since Xiaoya was hospitalized in a car accident, why haven't you, the so-called parents, visited her? I hired a nurse at the hospital, and the nurse told me that from the first day Xiaoya was hospitalized to now,
I have never seen her relatives."
Father He glared at her fiercely and said angrily: "What does this have to do with you?"
"Of course this has nothing to do with me, but I believe netizens should be very curious, right?" Song Lan curled her lips innocently and pointed her chin at He's mother's mobile phone.
