Her parents and little brother were huddled in a corner of the room.

His father, Luo Zhensheng, had several bruises on his face and exposed arms, which were obviously the work of someone.

When she left home yesterday, her father did not have these injuries.

A man in his thirties, with a broad body and a fat face, sat on the only plastic chair in her house that had not been smashed, with his legs crossed.

There were several other young men in their early twenties standing in the house, holding hammers and machetes in their hands, with murderous looks on their faces.

Lojo's angry eyes swept around, passing by several young men without fear, and ran to his family.

She didn't care about Luo Zhensheng's injury. Instead, she supported her mother Meng Xinxin and called nervously: "Mom, what's wrong with you? Are you okay? Don't be afraid."

Only then did Luo Zhensheng and Luo Fei realize that something was wrong with Meng Xinxin's face and eyes.

Meng Xinxin's face was white with a hint of blue, and her eyes were staring straight ahead.

Luo Zhensheng immediately clapped his thighs and cried loudly: "Xinxin, are you sick again? It's all my fault. I'm sorry for you mother and son. Just let me die."

While crying, he banged his head on the ground.

However, Luo Qiao and Luo Fei ignored him, but supported Meng Xinxin, stroked her back, and comforted her softly.

Meng Xinxin has been greatly stimulated since her family suffered a change last year and she plummeted from a wealthy woman to a poor woman.

In addition, creditors kept coming to collect debts, and they played all kinds of tricks. Over and over again, I suffered from intermittent mental illness.

Sometimes he is awake, sometimes he is confused.

This made Luo Qiao and Luo Fei worried, and they were always on guard against her getting sick.

As for Luo Zhensheng, the siblings have seen his crying skill many times.

If he was really guilty and wanted to die, he wouldn't have hid in the attic just now. If he was really remorseful, he wouldn't have hit the soft back of his hand when he hit the ground, but would have hit the hard concrete floor directly.

What he did was just putting on a show for his creditors.

Luo Zhensheng cried and glanced at Meng Xinxin secretly. After all, they were a couple, so they were still worried.

The thirty-year-old man sitting on the plastic chair suddenly slapped the armrest of the chair hard and shouted: "Shut up, stop howling."

Several of his men immediately echoed.

"Did you hear that? The boss told you to shut up. If you dare to scream again, your head will be moved."

"Hmph, if you dare to howl again, your wife and children will mourn for you."

Luo Zhensheng quickly stopped talking, fell to the ground, secretly spit, and put his fingers on his eyes to make them look like tears.

He raised his head and looked pitifully at the man sitting on the chair.

"Brother Xiong, even if you beat me to death, I won't be able to pay you back."

He was obviously more than ten years older than that man, but he called him Brother Xiong. The unquenched anger in Luo Qiao suddenly became more intense.

She grabbed Luo Zhensheng and said angrily: "Dad, look at how useless you are. Do you think begging them will help?"

She knew the man named Wu Xiong. Among all the creditors, he was the most terrifying one.

It can be said that the biggest reason for her family to move was to avoid him.

Now, he still came to the door.

Wu Xiong slowly stood up from the plastic chair and looked at Luo Qiao with a lewd smile on his face.

"Luo Zhensheng, look carefully. Your daughter looks pretty good. Dress up well and she will definitely be popular with the guests. Let's do this. Give me your son and daughter. When you can afford to pay them back, you can pay them back.
Chapter completed!