Ximen Talang's face was ashen, sitting on the ground, feeling utterly dejected, almost as if he were dead. He was unwilling, deeply unwilling, as he had no idea what was happening, how suddenly all his money was gone, despite clearly receiving notifications of balance changes.
Suddenly, Ximen Talang punched himself fiercely and spat out a mouthful of blood, as he recalled something important: signals from outside couldn't reach inside. So, he couldn't have received a balance notification; thus, the balance change message must have been sent from someone inside. Thinking of this, he felt beads of cold sweat, wondering who was so clever to scheme against him step by step. His wife prided herself as a female Zhuge, but looking at her now, she seemed even more clueless than him. At least he knew there was deceit here.
"Ah! Su Xuan, you bastard, give me back my money!"
