Rumble, rumble, a sudden downpour began outside.
Chu Xijin looked at the balcony with a knife in hand, frowned slightly, then went to the study's safe, taking out a stack of her aunt's money and some sticky notes.
Bang bang bang——
Someone outside knocked on the door impatiently, saying, "Xiao Jin, I'm tired of standing, open the door quickly."
"My leg hurts." Chu Xijin continued to sob, even letting out a choking sound, then wrote down the floor he lived on a non-smudging sticky note, sticking it on the one-hundred-yuan bills.
"Can't you even walk?"
"Yes." Chu Xijin kept crying, writing quickly, and after making twenty notes, he went to the balcony and dropped the bills to the ground.
[Awesome!]
[Xiao Jin's alertness is incredible!]
[Oddly satisfying, hahaha...]
...
The communication devices in the house were confiscated by the program crew, leaving Chu Xijin unable to call the police, so he could only hope for someone to pick up the money.
