These past few days, her parents had been busy dealing with a relative's funeral.
Early on the sixth day, Liang Weining took a taxi to the high-speed railway station by herself. Before leaving, she left ten thousand yuan at home.
Divided into two parts.
Seven thousand were placed under the heat-insulating mat on the dining table.
The remaining three thousand, neatly stacked, were tucked into Old Liang's private money stash.
This location was shared with her alone, as it was Old Liang's ultimate secret.
In the new year, she hoped her father's private savings would grow even more.
After one last look at the home decor, Liang Weining felt a twinge in her nose. She pulled the door closed, locked it with the key, and took the elevator downstairs with her suitcase.
On the way back, time seemed to fly by.
When she arrived in the Hong Kong Region, it was five in the afternoon.
