The film crew stood in front of a green iron door with badly peeled paint, with a bit of uncertainty on their faces. Is this really Sang Ning’s house?
Several people looked up at the house number in unison—yes, it was the same address as the one given by Sang Ning.
Netizens were also shocked.
[I thought the alley just now was dilapidated enough, but I didn’t expect that the houses inside could be even more dilapidated. Do the Sang family really live here?]
[I suspect that Sang bitch is trying a new way of laundering her innocence, by pretending to be poor and selling herself off.]
[Haha, no need to, 208w deliberately pretending to be poor is really disgusting.]
[Laughing, Sang bitch always behaves like a rich girl. If this is really her family, I can only call her Sang Dagu cup.]
[But u1s1, this shabby iron door, coupled with the dim corridor, looks like the first scene of a murder, which makes people feel very scared.]
The four members of the film crew were all excited, and the PD was so nervous that he did not dare to speak.
He walked forward and knocked on the iron door a few times tentatively, but what he heard in response was an irritable and high-pitched middle-aged woman's voice: "Who is it?"
PD was so frightened that his heart trembled. He looked back at his colleagues, kept his voice as low as possible, and said furtively: "I don't think this is the place. How about we leave first and ask for the address before coming back?"
The other three people nodded quickly, they thought so too.
Before I could finish walking, there was a clang and the iron door had been opened.
A middle-aged woman in her forties leaned against the door frame with her arms folded. She had short wavy yellow hair, three-dimensional facial features and raised eyebrows, giving her a slightly tough look.
The photographer subconsciously hid the camera in his loose coat, leaving only one lens exposed. Fortunately, he was carrying a portable camera, so you really couldn’t tell it unless you looked carefully.
This woman gave him a feeling that he was not easy to mess with. If he really walked into the wrong door and photographed the wrong person, his precious child would be smashed to pieces.
Hu Zhi looked at the film crew up and down expressionlessly. Just when they were so nervous that they swallowed their saliva, she suddenly smiled heartily.
"Hey, Cuihua can do it. She said she wanted to find some people to accompany us, but she ended up recruiting a bunch of handsome guys for us."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
"Young and handsome, I like him very much."
Hu Zhi showed satisfaction in his words.
PD suddenly panicked and stuttered when he spoke: "Big...big..."
Hu Zhi slapped PD on the head and said dissatisfiedly: "You are so frizzy, no matter how old you are, just call me Sister Zhi."
Before the PD could react, Hu Zhi dragged the person through the door.
When the aunts at the mahjong table heard about the handsome guy, their eyes lit up, they stood up and rushed to the door.
"Cuihua is so interesting. If she doesn't come, she will send a group of handsome guys to accompany us."
"Hu Zhi, I'm not telling you, their looks are a bit worse than your Sang Chuan's, but their eyes are clear, and they are more well-behaved and lovable than Sang Chuan at a glance."
"Cuihua has never found such a high-quality young man for us. I will have to ask her where she found the channel."
Under the unabashed scrutiny of the aunts, the film crew felt that they were just a few cabbages in the vegetable market, and these aunts were the customers who came to buy vegetables.
Several members of the film crew were trembling, standing helpless and dazed at the door.
The aunts were very satisfied, so they squeezed outside the door and pulled the rest of the film crew in.
The photographer was the last one to be pulled in. Like everyone else, he was dragged in before he could understand what was happening.
The live broadcast room exploded.
[Family members, hurry up and call the police for the film crew, they are being pimped out at first glance.]
[I just said that it is impossible for the Sang Ning family to live in a place like this. The program team was fooled at first sight.]
[Impossible, Sang Ning shouldn’t be so stupid yet. Doesn’t she know this is a real-time broadcast?]
[Probably not. If she really dares to pimp openly, it will not only be as simple as being blackmailed, but she is a legal coffee maker who wants to step in and use a sewing machine.]
[Everyone should wait and see first and don’t waste police resources casually.]
The camera crew frowned, their hearts beating wildly.
Their average age is 25 years old, which is as young as a flower. They are still single. They don’t want to go to sea like this. They must rise up and resist!
"Quick, quick, hurry in, why are you standing there stupidly?"
Hu Zhi smiled and pushed them in together with other aunties. Before the camera crew had time to resist, they were forced to sit at the mahjong table the next second.
"We have already played several games, so I will let you do this one. Seeing as you are so young, your skills are probably not very good. My three other sisters and I are responsible for guiding you."
Hu Zhi put his arms around PD's shoulders and spoke in a very bold voice.
PD didn’t cry or shed any tears. He even wanted to die. He kept roaring in his heart: If you are a man, stand up and resist!
A strong sense of belief suddenly emerged in his heart, and PD was about to stand up, but as soon as his butt left the chair, Hu Zhi pushed him back: "Don't be nervous, Sister Zhi is watching, you can hit him as you like."
The living room of the Sang family is not very spacious. The mahjong table and Sang Chuan's primary school students' desks and chairs are placed next to each other, and Sang Chuan is sitting right next to the PD.
PD continued to try to resist, but accidentally touched Sangguan. Sangguan smacked his lips impatiently, moved to the side, and continued to fight the game.
His mother's friends include older ones and younger ones, with several living treasures in between. Several young men came to the house, and he was not surprised.
After all, it is normal for an elderly woman like his mother to like young girls. This is the same as men only liking 18-year-old girls no matter how old they are.
Of course, these men do not include his father, Sang Youming.
His father is a perfect lover. In his eyes, all women in the world look the same, like wood. Only his beloved Zhizhi is the most beautiful in the world.
At the same time, his father is also known in the neighborhood as a strict wife-keeper. He dare not go to the east when his mother says something. When his mother looks at him with a sharp look, his father does not even dare to fart.
But Sang Youming's next reaction was indeed beyond Sang Chuan's expectation.
Seeing a group of little fresh meats in the house, Sang Youming felt his eyes were in a trance at first. He thought his eyes were dazzled and he couldn't see clearly.
So he rubbed his eyes, and when he saw Hu Zhi tugging with a young man, he reacted so violently that he felt like a piece of grass was about to grow on his head.
He immediately stood up, slammed the bottle in his hand, and asked angrily: "Hu Zhi, what do you mean?"
All eyes in the living room immediately shifted to him.
Sang Youming has a full beard on his cheeks and a shallow scar under his left eye. Coupled with his drunken and red face, he looks like a very difficult drunkard.
The aunts were frightened, so they each came up with an excuse and said hello to Hu Zhi before leaving Sang's house quickly.