Chapter 1535: How Much Did You Sell Tingting For

The designated driver’s face showed discomfort; he was uneasy inside. It’s just a drunkard, after all. This neighborhood isn’t all that upscale, so why put on airs like a big shot?

But he didn’t say anything; it was just another job for him to earn some money. At worst, he’d remember this face and avoid doing business with him in the future. After taking the payment, he got on his electric scooter and left.

Song Jin spat on the ground, withdrew his contemptuous gaze, and patted the new car he had just acquired. After he had enough of stroking it, he dangled the car keys on his finger and hummed a song while walking toward the building, playing with the keys as he went.

Pressing the elevator button, he leaned against the wall to wait. Suddenly, his hair was grabbed, and his head was brutally smashed against the wall.

Three times in a row, it hit him so hard he saw stars. When the person behind him finally let go, he collapsed limply to the ground, clutching his head, writhing in pain, and cursing aloud. Not a sound around him, he wanted to see who dared to hit him so boldly!

But when he saw the face in front of him clearly, he instantly backed off.

“Why, why is it you?”

It was Xu Tingting’s older brother.

Though he had never spoken a word to him before, he had seen him when he had once driven Xu Tingting home. He remembered the face clearly; he knew Xu Tingting was a distant cousin, and this luxurious villa belonged to this man in front of him, a true rich scion, a noble gentleman.

Later, Song Jin tried to find out more about him, but his social connections were simply too limited, and he couldn’t find out anything. He had even asked Tingting, but she always brushed it off with a laugh.

The one thing Song Jin knew was that this was a rich man he couldn’t afford to offend.

Xu Shu held a handkerchief, wiped his palm, and then threw the handkerchief onto Song Jin, coldly asking, “Which floor?”

“Wh- which floor?”

Xu Shu stared at him with an expressionless face, his gaze as sharp as a knife.

Song Jin took a moment to react, then scrambled up from the ground, frantically pressing the elevator’s up button. He had forgotten he pressed it earlier; the elevator was delayed on some floor, taking forever to arrive. He anxiously drilled the button with his finger.

When the elevator finally opened, he rolled inside, fumbling with the number keys, his hand trembling as he pressed the floor number.

Xu Shu stepped in, standing at the back.

Song Jin trembled as he said, “Eighth floor…”

There was no response, nor did he dare seek one.

Upon reaching the door of his home, he shakily took out his key to unlock the door. He went in first, reaching to find the switch on the wall, but Xu Shu had already entered, closing the door behind him.

He started undoing his sleeve cuffs, rolling the sleeves up to his elbows, exposing the veins on his arms.

Song Jin sensed something bad, turned to run, but before he could take a step, the back collar of his shirt was yanked. He was dragged back, and a punch landed square on his face.

Xu Shu hit hard, aiming for the face.

He obviously knew how to strike without leaving visible wounds yet leaving the opponent half-dead, but he couldn’t be bothered with such finesse. Every punch landed with full force. Initially, Song Jin didn’t dare to fight back, resigning to take a couple of punches. However, the pain was too much, and he couldn’t help but hit back once, which only invited harsher retaliation from Xu Shu.

There was blood. He wasn’t sure if it sprayed from his nose or mouth.

A bit of blood splattered onto Xu Shu’s face. He let go of Song Jin’s collar. Then, he took off his glasses, wiped the blood from the corner of his eye with the side of his palm, bloodstained hands.

A cold and indifferent face looking down at the weeping and crying person on the ground like looking at garbage.

“How much did you sell Tingting for?”

Song Jin collapsed on the floor, with a mouthful of blood taste, “I don’t know… what you’re talking about; I didn’t…”