Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The little boy was knocked to the ground by a punch, and his head hit the concrete floor, making a heavy bone impact.

He then fell to the ground unconscious.

Car horns honked, crowds ran, and panic began, and riots began in this street.

Everyone formed a circle from a distance, not daring to get close.

Just look at the crazy middle-aged man in the center, punching the little boy on the ground one after another.

"Sure enough, he was born by a bitch, just like his mother! How dare you not come with me? How dare you not come with me?! She is a mother if she has breasts, and you dare to deny me!?"

"If I hadn't been there, you wouldn't have known that you were fed to that dog a long time ago - like that bitch of your mother, even a dog would be more loyal than you. Now you dare to disown me? And you still talk back to me? ?Who the fuck gave you the courage?!"

Song Zhiqiang, who had no sense at all, pinched the little boy who fell to the ground fiercely, his eyes almost squeezed out, and his face was twisted.

He grabbed his neck and seemed to want to strangle him to death.

The fragile bones were cracked by him, as if they were about to break in the next second.

He had never looked at his child, and he only took it for granted that his son would listen to him, provide for him, and be there whenever he called.

Eleven years of prison life did not change the cold-bloodedness in his bones, and even magnified his greed and selfishness infinitely.

His mind was still filled with that weak figure who huddled in the corner and didn't dare to speak.

That little figure didn't dare to say a word when faced with his loud scolding.

If asked to serve tea, bring tea, and if asked to bring water, bring water.

If he is unhappy, slap him in the face to make sure he is submissive, lowering his head, and behaves like a dog.

When Song Zhiqiang was pulled away and handcuffed by the police, his fierce expression suddenly softened.

Hehehe laughed like a madman.

"Son. Son, I have a son. Our Song family has an heir."

"A good son is obedient. He will be able to find a wife and come back to help with the work."

"I, Song Zhiqiang, have a son. You bitch, it's up to you. My son is good."

Song Zhiqiang was pressed into the police car, still looking dazed, sometimes hurling curses and sometimes kicking the seat.

The little boy who was beaten in the street was quickly taken to an ambulance.

The crowd of onlookers stayed for a long time, still discussing the matter with lingering fear.

One day later, the report that Song Zhiqiang beat an eight-year-old boy made the front page of City A, and even made the hot search list.

Many people took pictures of the scene and uploaded it online.

Netizens' comments this time were all one-sided. They felt sorry for the little boy and despised the man.

Song Zhiqiang was imprisoned and was diagnosed by doctors as suffering from severe irritability and wounding syndrome.

This kind of disease is not visible on ordinary days, but once someone goes against him or does not obey his wishes, he will get angry and hurt others.

Based on Song Zhiqiang's information, the police found Song Jing.

Song Jing is now an adult and has the ability to make independent decisions.

The police briefly explained the seriousness of Song Zhiqiang's incident and suggested that Song Zhiqiang might be sent to a mental hospital.

Song Jing listened to the policeman's words and had no reaction.

He had no so-called father-son affection for Song Zhiqiang, and was even colder than a stranger.