Su Xiaoxiao had no fondness for this cheap grandma and immediately wanted to leave, but Wang Chunhua clung tightly to the hem of her clothes, unwilling to let go.
"Grandma, what are you trying to do? I need to go back for dinner."
She sighed helplessly, and Wang Chunhua anxiously tried to open and close her mouth, like someone drowning and desperately trying to surface to breathe.
Finally, Su Xiaoxiao heard a few muffled words.
She frowned and asked, "Are you saying there's something under the mattress?"
When Wang Chunhua saw that she finally understood, her eyes lit up with surprise, and she nodded vigorously.
Su Xiaoxiao stepped back and looked around, then saw Wang Chunhua straining to point a finger at the corner of the mattress, and reluctantly went over to lift the mattress, revealing a yellowing sheet of paper underneath.
Su Xiaoxiao carefully pulled out the paper and discovered red writing on the back.
"Bankbook?"
