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Guoguo said nothing and pulled out the remaining 70 yuan from his pocket, throwing it on the ground.
Guoguo had already planned during last night's study session that picking up three Pull-tab Beverage Cans along with this 70 yuan would definitely be enough to pay for the sportswear. Now, after paying for his father's meal, Guoguo knew it was impossible to gather 150 yuan within three days.
As a child, Guoguo absolutely could not stand by and watch his father get beaten up for dining and dashing.
A group of Muscular Men casually picked up the 70 yuan that Guoguo had thrown on the ground and entered the restaurant with four other Muscular Men.
“Dad, the ground is dirty. Let me help you up.” Guoguo finally helped the bruised and battered Tang Zongchen to his feet.
Regarding this daughter, Tang Zongchen felt he owed Guoguo too much: “Dad... I'm sorry.”
Guoguo had always been very understanding. Knowing that the family was poor, she studied hard. With such a daughter, Tang Zongchen felt deeply grateful.
“Dad, please stop gambling.” At this point, Guoguo's eyes turned red. “You should go see Mom; she's all alone over there...”
“I’m sorry for your mother. I can’t pull myself out of this.” Tang Zongchen had already fallen into the trap of gambling. Listening to the sound of dice clattering and the shouts of bets being placed excited him: “I’ve tried to quit before, but I’ve failed many times.”
Guoguo knew that Tang Zongchen was severely hurt. She supported him to sit on a bench at the entrance of the restaurant, then knelt in front of him despite the burning pain in her back, choking back tears as she pleaded: “Just try a few more times; you’ll succeed eventually. I beg you not to gamble anymore. Because of gambling, you lost our house and made Mom angry until she passed away. I’ve already lost my mother; I can’t lose you too.”
“Guoguo, I can’t turn back now.” At 41 years old, Tang Zongchen looked worn out. Watching his daughter kneeling in front of him and hearing her choked pleas made him clench his fists, tears welling in his eyes as he regretted deeply: “Unless they cut off my hands, I will never escape the temptation of gambling in this lifetime.”
On the side of the road, a Silver Sports Car was parked. Murong Xiuxian, sitting in the driver's seat, witnessed everything but couldn’t hear what they were saying.
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