Looking at the scene in front of her, Ningzhi realized that she had transmigrated to the day when Lu Jue witnessed little Song Song's leg being broken by Song Dahai.

Song Dahai was drinking as usual. When he saw Song Song accidentally break a plate, he was so angry that he pulled Song Song's collar and threw him away.

"You eat all day and don't work. You even broke my plates and bowls." Song Dahai pulled little Song Song to the trash can with one hand and threw him aside with all his strength.

Little Song Song's body was small and his whole body crashed into the trash can full of trash.

"Ever since you came to my house, I was first fired and then had bad luck everywhere. I even had the worst luck when it came to picking cards."

Song Dahai pointed the wooden stick at little Song Song and scolded angrily with the smell of alcohol. "You're a jinx. Even your mother despises you and threw you to me."

When Song Dahai mentioned his missing wife, he was filled with anger and almost gritted his teeth. No matter how he looked at little Song Song in front of him, he was an eyesore.

Song Dahai raised the wooden stick at little Song Song and was about to swing it down.

Ningzhi's eyes darkened. She instantly used up ten little suns in exchange for ten minutes of physical contact.

Just before Song Dahai's wooden stick fell, Ningzhi rushed over, grabbed little Song Song and dodged to the side.

Song Dahai missed and staggered a few steps. He turned around and saw little Song Song standing on the other side. "You little brat, you still dare to dodge."

Little Song Song's big black eyes were blank. He felt as if there was a warm air around him.

Ningzhi pulled little Song Song to the side and hid.

Seeing Song Dahai raise the wooden stick in anger again, her eyes were cold. She stepped forward and took the wooden stick from his hand when he was unprepared.

It was the afternoon of midsummer. The weather was hot and the sun was scorching. Just moving was enough to make people sweat. In this kind of weather, people would only stay indoors and enjoy the air conditioning. There was no one around.

Song Dahai burped. He was a little confused when the wooden stick in his hand was taken away.

He wanted to curse out loud who took his wooden stick, but in the blink of an eye, he saw the wooden stick flying in the air.

Song Dahai rubbed his eyes hard, but the wooden stick was still in the air. He pointed at the wooden stick and laughed, "My wooden stick is flying?"

"Why is it flying?" Song Dahai's footsteps were unsteady. He looked at the wooden stick and laughed foolishly.

The next second, he saw the wooden stick fly even higher and then ruthlessly swung it towards him.

"Ah!"

The wooden stick landed on Song Dahai's stomach, causing him to bend over and hug his stomach in pain.

Ning Zhi held the wooden stick and thought of what the bodyguard had reported to her. Little Song Song had been beaten up by Song Dahai with a wooden stick. His leg had been broken and he hadn't been treated.

She had seen Little Songsong limping before. He was only five or six years old, but because of Song Dahai's abuse, he became disabled.

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"Ouch, ouch, ouch!" Song Dahai shouted.

Ning Zhi thought of Lu Jue's anger and sadness when he saw Song Song Song's leg being broken. The wooden stick in her hand ruthlessly fell on Song Dahai's body again.

Again and again.

Just like how he hit Song Song Song Song, she returned it all to him.

"Ahhh, it hurts, it hurts."

Song Dahai subconsciously hugged his head and curled up on the ground. "Don't hit me, don't hit me. Help."

Song Song Song watched quietly from the side. He curiously looked at the wooden stick that kept flying up and down. He felt that the wooden stick was playing with him.

His little mouth even curled up slightly, as if he had seen something interesting and was attracted to it.

"Who's hitting me? Don't let me know."

"Don't hit me, it hurts, it hurts …"

"Please stop, stop hitting me, stop hitting me, ouch …"

Song Dahai rolled around on the ground. Ning Zhi didn't show any mercy. The wooden stick fell on his body again and again, letting him have a taste of Song Song Song's beating.