At night, after making sure Ziyi was sound asleep, she quietly got up, climbed out the window, walked along the same path she had taken last time, climbed into the textile factory's family compound, and climbed to the outside of the Song family's window as if she was familiar with the place.

Since the last time they lost their money, the window with the broken latch in the Song family has been repaired, and they would carefully fasten it every night before going to bed.

But this kind of latch is so difficult for Song Yun.

With almost no sound, the window opened and she landed silently.

Last time I bought some anesthetic for them, I only used one drop. The rest has been in the storage compartment, and now it's working again.

After doing the same job again, we became much more proficient, and the whole family soon fell asleep like dead pigs.

It's pointless to beat or scold people like Song Weiguo and Shulan. They have to be poor and live in fear every day. That's the only way to make it interesting.

This time, Song Weiguo and Shulan hid the money in a different place, but Song Yun had plenty of time to look for it. The room was so small and there were only so many places to hide things, so she found it quickly.

A small box hidden inside the closet. The passbook had been reissued, but only five hundred yuan remained. Inside the box was a small stack of loose change, about a hundred or so yuan. Song Yun took it all, leaving not a cent. She also took away all the new quilts in the closet, leaving not a single one behind. She also took away everything she could from the room and the living room. She also bought four storage compartments specifically for the Song family's junk. She despised these things, but she could give them to those in need.

After the Song family became penniless, Song Yun hid her achievements and fame, wiped out all traces, and returned home.

It was impossible for her to withdraw the money from the passbook, so she threw it in a conspicuous place. No matter who picked it up, it would be the best if they could take the money away. If not, it would also cause trouble for Song Weiguo.

Early in the morning, Song Yun and Song Ziyi got up and went to a nearby state-owned restaurant to have breakfast. Halfway through their meal, they saw a team of police officers rushing towards the textile factory's staff quarters.

I was having breakfast at a state-owned restaurant when someone saw me and asked in confusion, "What happened?"

A customer who had just walked in to buy steamed buns said, "There's a burglar in the house over in the textile factory compound."

"There's a burglary, so why are so many police officers dispatched? What's missing?"

The man tutted, "I didn't see it myself, but I heard that everything that could be taken away was gone. Aside from the large furniture, all the small items were stolen, not even a single bowl was left."

Some people were surprised, "That's impossible! How could there be no sound after dropping so many things? How could he sleep so soundly?"

"That's right, this is a very strange thing. But it's not the first time this has happened to their family. There was a thief there before, and he left no trace and stole a lot of things from their house."

"This family must have offended someone, otherwise why would they only steal from their family?"

Song Yun listened to everyone gossiping, had breakfast, and took Ziyi to the department store on the bus.

On the other side, Qi Mo Nan was sitting in a state-owned restaurant. On the table was steaming white porridge, fried dough sticks, and buns. Sitting opposite him, Qing Ge was chewing on a dough stick while reporting the information he had gathered to Qi Mo Nan. He also took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to him, "This is the letter of denunciation from that time. I had someone steal it out. Take a look for yourself."

There were two pieces of paper in the envelope, one was a letter of denunciation that slandered his grandfather, and the other was the so-called evidence. The evidence was obviously forged and full of loopholes. The handwriting seemed to be a woman's.