Half a year later, my family finally had to move.

Originally, my dad was a bit reluctant, but there were disturbances at the neighbor's house every day.

"You can't do this, this is my house, you can't go in."

It was so noisy outside that I couldn't help but open the door, and a burly man threw the property deed in front of the neighbor's mother.

"Your son owes me over a million, and he has mortgaged the house to me. The property has been transferred to my name. This house has nothing to do with you anymore. Get out of here, or I won't be polite to you."

Upon hearing this, the neighbor and his wife collapsed directly on the ground.

The neighbor even started hitting his wife, "It's all because of you, insisting on changing the household registration to our son's name. Now, the house has been lost due to his gambling. You, how do you expect me to live in the future!"

The neighbor's wife could only shrink her shoulders and cry.

I had no sympathy for them at all. If they hadn't spoiled their son so irresponsibly, this wouldn't have happened.

Soon, everything that needed to be moved was loaded onto the truck. As we were leaving, my dad was reluctant to leave the security guard at the gate, so he exchanged a few more words with him.

My gaze happened to fall on the small TV next to us.

A news report about a busted fraud case was playing on the TV.

It mentioned that along with catching the fraudsters, many victims were also rescued.

These victims all had varying degrees of injuries, with the most severe one having lost both legs and a kidney.

There was a very terrifying scar on their face.

At that moment, my dad got on the car, and I asked the driver to leave.

Behind us, the reporter on the TV asked the woman, "What is your name? Where is your home?"

The woman's hollow eyes were filled with tears, her voice hoarse, "My name is Chen Xin..."