A cute child's voice.

If she weren't right in front of everyone, no one would believe that these words came from a 3-year-old girl.

Fang Jie looked at her daughter with a puzzled expression.

Is this her little cotton-padded jacket?

Song Fanxing pretended not to see everyone's shock.

Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua weren't that surprised; in their hearts, their younger sister was the most special.

Upon hearing that a search was planned, Song Dalong's family panicked.

Li Zhen panicked at first, but then she remembered where she had stored it and felt relieved.

Song Fanxing happened to notice Li Zhen's expression, which further confirmed her suspicion that Li Zhen's family were the thieves.

Song Guoqiang searched Song Yaohui first. Song Yaohui cooperated by taking off his shirt, but there was nothing there except for bruises.

Song Guoqiang said, "As you can see, Song Yaohui has nothing on him. Next up is Song Haitao."

Old Mrs. Song looked at Song Yaohui with suspicion.

He really didn't steal it? Then where did her money go?

Song Haitao also took off his clothes, just like Song Yaohui.

He said smugly, "Look, I don't have any on me either."

Song Fanxing ran to Song Guoqiang's feet and tugged at his pants.

Song Guoqiang: "Xingxing, what's up?"

Song Fanxing whispered, "Uncle Captain, please lower your head. I have something to tell you in private."

Song Guoqiang was puzzled, but he still squatted down to cooperate.

Song Fanxing whispered something in his ear.

Song Guoqiang looked at her with a puzzled expression.

He then stood up and led the four young men into Song Dalong's house.

Song Dalong panicked and hurriedly tried to stop them, asking, "What are you doing?"

Song Haitao was also so frightened that his face turned pale.

Song Guoqiang probably guessed what was going on, so he pushed Song Dalong aside and ordered his men to search the house.

Li Zhen's heart was in her throat, and she silently prayed that they wouldn't find them.

But soon, her hopes were dashed.

Song Guoqiang came out holding a stack of money.

When Old Lady Song saw this, she turned ashen with anger.

You can guard against thieves day and night, but it's hard to guard against thieves within your own household.

Song Dalong's family was dumbfounded. Li Zhen reacted quickly, pushed Song Haitao out, and hit him twice.

"Haitao, did you do this? Did you steal your grandma's money? You scoundrel!"

Song Haitao wanted to cry. His parents had made him do it, so why was he being blamed for everything?

But after receiving a warning look from Li Zhen, he had no choice but to take the blame.

Song Dalong secretly gave Li Zhen a thumbs up.

His wife is definitely smarter and quicker to react.

They shifted all the blame onto Song Haitao, saying his mother loved her grandson and couldn't do anything to him; after all, he was her most beloved grandson, and they couldn't very well turn against their own family.

This idea is absolutely brilliant!

Li Zhen forced Song Haitao to apologize to his mother.

"Mom, it's all my fault. I didn't teach this kid well. I'll give him a good beating later."

"Haitao, quickly promise your grandma that you will never do such a thing again."

Song Haitao said reluctantly, "Grandma, I was wrong, I won't do it again."

Old Mrs. Song was so angry that she didn't want to talk to the mother and son.

Li Zhen gave Song Haitao a wink, and Song Haitao immediately knelt down and hugged the old lady's leg.

She cried, "Grandma, I really know I was wrong. Please forgive me. I won't do it again."

Song Fanxing glanced at Song Haitao; not a single tear fell. Couldn't he at least make his acting more realistic?

Song Guoqiang stepped forward and handed the money to Old Lady Song.

“Auntie, count them and see if they’re right. Song Haitao actually did something so wrong. He needs to be disciplined properly, otherwise he’ll make even bigger mistakes when he grows up. Should we hand him over to me? I’ll give him a good talking to.”

"Milk!"

Song Haitao immediately hugged Old Lady Song's leg tightly.

Old Mrs. Song closed her eyes and said, "No need, we'll handle the household chores ourselves."

How could she bear to hand over her beloved grandson?

After saying that, Granny Song started counting the money. She counted it five times to make sure that not a single coin was missing before she put the money into her pocket with peace of mind.

Fang Jie: "Now that things are cleared up and my Yaohui is innocent, we'll be leaving. I still need to take Yaohui to get his medicine."

Old Mrs. Song waved her hand, "Hurry up and leave! Hurry up and leave! I get annoyed just looking at you."

Song Guoqiang couldn't stand it anymore; Old Lady Song had wronged someone and showed no remorse whatsoever.

However, Old Lady Song was notoriously difficult to deal with in the village, so since the matter was resolved, he didn't say anything more.

Fang Jie didn't expect her mother-in-law to apologize. Worried about her eldest son's injury, she took Song Fanxing and his two siblings out of the Song family home and headed to the village doctor's house at the entrance of the village.

Song Guoqiang stared thoughtfully at Song Fanxing's retreating figure.

Just now, Song Fanxing said to him, "Captain, go search my second uncle's house. They like to hide the good stuff on top of the wardrobe."

He did find the missing money on top of the wardrobe.

As far as he knew, the Song Darong family and the Song Dalong family did not get along and did not usually interact. How did Song Fanxing know about the Song Dalong family's habit of hiding things?

What a strange yet adorable little girl.

Soon, Song Guoqiang also left with his men.

The villagers who were watching the spectacle pointed and whispered about the Song family.

"That's really something. They let the eldest son's family bully them, as if the eldest son's family isn't their own. He's the Song family's grandson, yet they beat him so badly."

"Shameless!"

"They'll get their comeuppance sooner or later!"

Old Mrs. Song roared, "What's it to you! You have no right to speak here, get out!"

Then the gate was slammed shut.

The villagers left cursing.

Song Haitao was still kneeling on the ground when Li Zhen picked up the wooden stick she had just used to hit Song Yaohui and was about to hit Song Haitao with it.

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