"Yun Lang is stealing the money! Yun Lang is stealing the money!"
Yun Zhu, who had been sitting in the corner, suddenly made a sound. Following Yun Zhu's finger, they saw Yun Lang holding a hundred-dollar bill.
It turned out that there was a hundred-dollar bill that was blown to the door by the wind.
Yun Shan's mind was not entirely on picking up the money, so he naturally ignored the bill that was blown away by the wind.
"I didn't! I just saw that the money was about to blow out of the door, so I wanted to pick it up and return it to third uncle."
Yun Lang's current appearance had long lost the exuberance he had in the past. It was as if he had been worn down by life overnight.
Now that he had been discovered, he could only obediently hand the money to Yun Shan. As expected, a child who was not doted on by their mother was just like a blade of grass that could be bullied.
