"If you haven't woken up, go back to sleep. Don't come here to daydream!" Hu's Clan said disdainfully.
"Then you'll see whether I'm daydreaming or not."
Tan Zhengyuan looked at Hu's Clan coldly, then walked over to the worn-out wardrobe.
The storeroom was pitifully small, with only a bed and a wardrobe inside. The silver must definitely be hidden in the wardrobe.
Seeing Hu's Clan's nervous demeanor, he became even more certain of his conjecture.
Inside the wardrobe, clothes were neatly folded.
Tan Zhengyuan hurriedly searched, and at last, he indeed found a purse in the corner.
He hadn't expected to find what he wanted so easily!
But the moment he picked up the purse, Tan Zhengyuan's face slowly darkened.
Because, by his estimation, there was at most twenty to thirty wen money inside—what's this amount of copper coins good for?
Upon counting, there were twenty-five wen in total.
"Is this all the money you have?" Tan Zhengyuan glared at Hu's Clan.
