Lin Yuan shook her head in self-mockery. Lin Jiazhong was neither a fool nor deaf—how could he not hear the sound of so many bricks being moved back and forth repeatedly?
And now...
Lin Yuan's gaze fixed on the room where Lin Yongcheng was, knowing that ever since Lin Yongle's incident, this Lin Yongcheng had also become much more well-behaved, returning home by Lin Fugui's ox cart after school every day, playing the good boy.
But at this hour, he still hadn't gotten up and left the house—could it be that he was disposing of stolen goods inside?
"Hey, Little Disaster Star! Aren't you leaving yet? What are you loitering around my house for? Get going!" Lady Ma's shouting interrupted Lin Yuan's train of thought.
Liu Limin, who was standing nearby, grabbed the daydreaming Lin Yuan and scoffed with arms akimbo, "Ha, I say, dear sister-in-law, you seem so eager to shoo us away. Couldn't be that you're up to something unsavory, afraid that we'll expose you, could it?"
