She had been carrying that ten yuan with her.
She forgot to take the money out last night when she took a shower and only remembered it when she was doing the laundry.
But the money got wet, so she laid it out to dry by the bed.
She forgot to take it with her when she left for school in the morning...
At noon, when she went back to rest, she didn't notice the money by the bed, nor did she know if she just hadn't paid attention or if the ten yuan wasn't there at all anymore.
The rental was a living room with one bedroom, and she slept in the bedroom while her father slept in the living room.
Her father wouldn't have entered her room and then taken her ten yuan, would he?
After all, that ten yuan was the pocket money he had given her...
Because she hadn't thought to secure the money at noon, she had always assumed it was in her pocket.
Now when she checked, it was not in her pocket—
Seeing Tang Ying's languid expression, Tang Huai knew she had no money on her.
