She sneered and mocked, "Our family is so poor we can't even afford food. What thief would be stupid enough to come to our house and steal?"
Ma Xiaolan's sobs choked her, and she almost suffocated from holding her breath.
Zhong Daming asked, "Yuan Chun, did you hear any noise in this room this morning?"
"No, maybe I've been eating well and don't have to work these past few days. I'm in good spirits and slept very soundly. I didn't hear any noise."
Zhong Daming fell silent.
Could it really be that his sister-in-law blamed him and Xiao Lan for mistreating Zhong Li Wen and came to punish them by taking all their money?
But if it wasn't a ghost, then how did the money Xiao Lan sewed into the cotton-padded jacket disappear so mysteriously?
He had seen with his own eyes Xiao Lan sewing the money in.
Eighteen hundred yuan, and he had counted it himself.
Saying it disappeared, just like that?
