"Why did the Public Security Bureau deduct half of your salary?" asked Wang Qingling, the third sister-in-law.

Speaking of misery, she was also in a terrible situation—her husband, Su Daxiao, and her proud twin sons, Su Zhizhong and Su Zhihua, were both sentenced to 10 years in prison.

And her other pair of twin sons were holding the two four-and-a-half-year-olds in her arms.

The third wife's family was completely without any able-bodied members.

Su Dazhi continued nonchalantly, "My little daughter stole money from a teacher at school, and they made me pay for it."

"How much money did you steal?"

Why should I make you pay?

"We don't believe it!"

A group of women started chattering.

Su Dazhi reached into his pocket, found one of the three judgments, and tossed it to them: "Read it yourselves!"

Two girls, aged eleven or twelve, reached out and picked up the judgment, reading it aloud to the crowd, word by word.

After it was read, everyone fell into a deathly silence.

Big brother... you didn't lie?

So……

"Big brother, are you really going to give Dad 50 yuan a month?" Su Cuifang asked again.

"Um."

Su Dazhi suddenly had an idea. "When Dad asked for this money, he said it was for the women and children of your families. He took the 50 for this month yesterday. What, didn't he tell you when he went back?"

"Dad's home?"

The women asked in surprise, "Isn't he still at your house?"

Su Dazhi narrowed his eyes.

After a moment, one corner of his mouth curled up: "Dad went back yesterday. He should be at one of the houses he frequents. Do you know which one?"