In front of her, Qin Zheng leaned against the living room door, arms crossed, staring coldly at her.

The only window in the living room was blocked by Chunhua, who was taking care of Ye Yun, and she was glaring at her menacingly with a stick in her hand.

Before Aunt Li could even panic, a cold, indifferent female voice suddenly came from behind her—

"Aunt Li, why are you so scared?"

"ah!"

Aunt Li screamed again in fright, turned her head, and looked back in a panic.

Ye Yun sat on the living room sofa, leaning against the backrest, her eyes filled with a smile as she stared at her without moving.

Ye Xia was sitting next to her.

Ye Xia stared at her without moving, blinked, and then gave her an innocent smile.

"You, you all..."

To Aunt Li, that smile seemed like the death knell of the King of Hell; she was terrified and instinctively staggered back two steps.

As it turned out, Qin Zheng was right behind her. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and threw her forward.

"Ouch..." Aunt Li fell flat on her face, clutching her waist, her old face contorted in pain.

The large cloth bag also fell to the ground, making a tinkling sound.

Ye Yun, wrapped in her coat, walked over.

"No! No!" Aunt Li shouted as she saw Ye Yun trying to look at the cloth bag.

But Qin Zheng held her down, and she couldn't move. In her desperation, she could only scratch the ground with both hands.

Chunhua, who was standing next to Qin Zheng, was very perceptive and stepped forward to open the cloth bag, revealing several expensive clothes and a small wooden box.

Chunhua pried open the wooden box with a strong push.

In an instant, several silver bracelets fell out first, followed by rings, some gold and some jade, each one looking quite valuable.

"Well, this is a thief who has become a monk."

Ye Yun let out a cold laugh.

"Let me see, Aunt Li, what are you planning to do, sneaking away from the Mu family's things in the middle of the night like a thief?"