Wang Meilan's sudden one-eighty almost made Zhao Jun and his father's jaws drop.
"It's okay, Mom," Zhao Jun said. "I have a way to get a gun."
"Oh, listen to you, Mr. Capable." Zhao Youcai shot him a sideways glance, then turned to Wang Meilan with a smile. "Meilan, how about giving me two yuan? Just to have something in my pocket..."
Wang Meilan acted as if she hadn't heard him. She turned around and stuffed the money back under the mattress, making no effort to hide it.
She was confident that even if the two of them saw, they wouldn't dare touch a single cent of her money.
Zhao Youcai sullenly averted his gaze. He didn't dare cross his wife, but he could take it out on his son. He shot Zhao Jun a glare and said, "Aren't you going to sleep? What are you just standing there for?"
Zhao Jun was speechless.
Zhao Jun got up to leave but paused at the door. He turned back and asked Zhao Youcai, "Dad, can you get your hands on a Deer Antler Key?"
