Aunt Zhou could eat coarse cornbread, endure hard labor, and live a tough life, but she could never live without her secret stash of money. That was her lifeline! In her entire life, aside from her son, the most important thing to her was money.
She grabbed Wang Zhaodi and scolded, "Was it you, you little wench, who took my money? Speak up! You're the only outsider in this house!"
Wang Zhaodi turned pale with fear and hurriedly shook her head, saying, "I didn't, I really didn't! I don't even know where you keep your money. I know nothing about it. Auntie, why don't we call Zhou Qun and Jiang Lu back? They'll definitely know what's going on!"
She desperately defended herself while thinking they needed to bring them back. She had no idea about anything, but Zhou Qun and Jiang Lu surely would.
Aunt Zhou was in a daze, muttering, "Yes, yes, that's right..."
Zhao Guihua said, "Wang Zhaodi, go to the factory and find them. Hurry!"
Wang Zhaodi replied, "Okay, okay."
