Chapter 877: The Little Human, the Big Ghost

eticulously handling festive invitations prepared for his grandchild's first month celebration."Sir, Miss Gu from the second family called your number and said she had something to discuss with you."...Song Mengmeng took her younger brother to the hospital and had his wounds treated.

Her stepbrother had a fierce and menacing look on his face. Even the nurse treating his wounds seemed impatient. The stinging hydrogen peroxide she applied to his face made him grimace in pain, making his expression even more terrifying.

"B*tch, do you deserve a beating!" He roared at the nurse.

"I'm sorry, he's a school child. He didn't mean to."

Song Mengmeng was extremely embarrassed. Looking at the young nurse's face, which was as black as the bottom of a cauldron, holding a syringe filled with an anti-inflammatory injection, she wasn't sure if there was a bit of revenge in her heart. She ripped up Song Baogen's fat arm and jabbed him with the needle.

"Ah—" Song Baogen roared like a pig being slaughtered.

"Monster, you did that on purpose!"

The nurse tidied up the medical supplies and couldn't even be bothered to look at him. She raised her chin and angrily went back to the doctor's office to help out. She hated dealing with such troublesome and annoying little kids. She was seething with anger.

"Song Baogen, you've been here for seven years now, do you think you're still a child Your mouth is so foul, that Pei Yi classmate should have punched you more just now."

Song Mengmeng saw that he had no internal injuries, so she quickly took him away from the hospital to avoid disturbing the doctors and nurses from working.

"Stay out of this!"

This person, ungrateful as can be, glared at her with fury and spat a curse before bolting out of the hospital.

Song Mengmeng chased after him in her 7-inch high heels, but he was already gone.

Her phone rang. She glanced at it, and her mood immediately darkened. She didn't want to answer, but the person on the other end was insistent, calling over and over again as if they were giving her an order.

"Where did you take the baby!" A sharp and anxious female voice came from the phone, immediately questioning her sternly.

Song Mengmeng extremely disliked this voice, feeling a tightness in her chest. She had no desire to communicate with her stepmother, Mo Yun.

"The teacher said, 'Baby was beaten up at school! How is he now' "

"Why didn't you tell me right away Where did you take him"

Song Mengmeng sarcastically said, "There's nothing I can do if your son doesn't want to find you."

She was really fed up talking to this phony woman. Just hearing Mo Yun's voice made her feel sick, especially Song Baogen's stout and stocky figure. He was seven or eight years old and still called himself "baby."

"Bring him back at once!" A stern male voice then took over, that of her father.

The phone call was disconnected, and Song's father was certain that Song Mengmeng would definitely listen to him and do as he said.

Song Mengmeng was in a complicated mood.

She went to the school again and again to help him wipe his butt, it wasn't entirely because her parents forced her. That dead kid, Song Baogen.

"You obviously hate me, why are you bothering with me!"

Song Mengmeng drove around the hospital a few times and finally found him at the door of a convenience store. It was rare to see her classmate beaten up so badly, with a swollen head and bruised face, covered in red medicine. He was squatting behind the glass door of someone else's convenience store, looking like a gangster.r. Jun was supposed to be there for the delivery. Isn't that even more troublesome""What a laugh!"She glared at them, her final hard look landing on Xia Chui Xue in the center, who was cowering in fea...