She took out the banknotes and stuffed them all into the sack. When she noticed the name on the deed, her eyes widened.
Wang Ruxuan!
Wasn't this the name of the original host's mother?
Thinking of something, Shen Yijia almost laughed in anger.
Shen Pingxiu probably thought that after he killed Madam Wang, she would foolishly send her money to him. However, she handed the money to her daughter as a private stash.
Of course, Madam Chen's own savings were also included, but did it matter?
It wasn't important!
Shen Yijia would take it as interest for holding her assets for so many years.
Shen Yijia felt even more at ease taking her things.
An hour later, Shen Yijia carried the bulging sack in one hand and the smelly child in the other, preparing to leave through the back door.
Unexpectedly, halfway through, a commotion suddenly sounded in the originally silent Shen residence.
