What Yun Zhu said made sense, so Ma Yan took out Yun Qiao's bag and found a small bag sewn with linen inside. There was a circle of lace sewn on the outside of the small bag, which looked like something from a girl.
Ma Yan spat on the bag. The small bag looked like something given by that vixen, Luo Chen.
"So much money? This kid can actually save so much money in the army. It seems that I have been too good to him. That's why he dared not send money home for such a long time."
Ma Yan took out a pile of cash from the small bag and put the money in her own bag.
She put Yun Qiao's small bag into the big bag and pressed the big bag under his clothes again as if none of this had ever happened.
Yun Qiao was pitiful to have met such a biological mother.
"Where is my money? Where did my money go? Who touched my money?"
