We close the shop promptly at 9:00 PM.
Song Yun extinguished the stove, and together with Song Yingying, they installed the wooden door, turned off the lights in the shop, and then went to boil water for a bath.
After taking a shower, Song Xiaoxiao returned to her room, turned on the lamp, and read for a while.
Song Yun knocked on the door. "Xiaoxiao, time to sleep."
"Okay, Mom."
The small courtyard behind the house became quiet for a while.
At midnight, all was quiet. The lock on the wooden window was gently hooked open and pushed open...
Two figures jumped in very carefully; one went into the shop in front, while the other kept watch in the courtyard.
Zhuang Pinghua quickly found more than ten yuan and put it in his bag, his face beaming with joy.
Old Man Xiong, who was waiting in the yard, mouthed the question: How much is it?
Zhuang Pinghua compared one and five.
Zhuang Pinghua looked towards the wooden window, indicating that he was leaving.
Old Man Xiong had evil intentions.
If there's more than ten yuan in the store alone, wouldn't Song Yun have even more in her room?
Zhuang Pinghua understood the meaning on Old Man Xiong's face.
The two looked at each other and nodded.
After checking outside the two rooms, I found that one room had a bicycle parked in front of it, which should belong to Song Xiaoxiao, and the other room belonged to Song Yun.
Since we're already here, we'll take whatever money we can get.
What can you do with fifteen yuan?
Zhuang Pinghua arrived outside Song Yun's room and gently pushed the door open.
A bed curtain was set up, so it wasn't very clear what was inside.
Zhuang Pinghua moved very quietly and flipped through the cabinet, immediately spotting the passbook. By the moonlight, he could see the numbers on the passbook.
1063.2 yuan.
Wow, Song Yun, you're so rich!
Zhuang Pinghua immediately stuffed the passbook into his pocket.
Old Man Xiong was rummaging through Song Yun's bag. There was still more than ten yuan in the bag. He didn't notice for a moment, and the keychain in the bag also fell out.
The sound was very noticeable at night.
Old Man Xiong and Zhuang Pinghua exchanged a glance, their eyes hardening. Old Man Xiong pulled out a small knife from his pocket and headed towards the bed curtains.
Song Yun's screams came from the night.
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