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"You little disaster star, isn’t my family already tormented enough by you? Why bother coming to my house early in the morning to cause more trouble!"

Lin Yuan sneered. To call it ’torment’ was almost a compliment to her.

What harm had she actually done to them?

Had she sold her daughter to someone else to bring them luck, or had she slandered her daughter’s name by claiming she was involved with other men, resulting in her being punished by drowning?

If she really did something bad, it must be breaking Lin Yongle’s leg, but she couldn’t be blamed for that, could she?

After all, it was he who came looking for trouble first. She merely responded with equal force.

Realizing that Lin Jiazhong was not the brick thief, Lin Yuan couldn’t be bothered to engage with him. She shouted at the door of Lin Jiaxiao, which remained tightly shut, "If you want to watch the commotion, then come out and watch. What’s the point of sneaking peeks from inside the house?"

In fact, she had long noticed someone moving in the third room. Startled by her shouting, the couple from that room cursed under their breath.

When the door opened, Lin Jiaxiao did not step out into the waterlogged courtyard; instead, he leaned against the door frame, fastening the buttons at his neckline while yawning, "So early in the morning, and you’re making a racket at our doorstep!

I mean, Lin Yuan, didn’t you cut ties with us long ago?

Why then are you here paying your respects so early? "

Li Feng’e tucked in the blankets for her two sons who were still not fully awake and, draping a piece of clothing over herself, stood next to her husband.

Catching sight of the obviously new clothes on Lin Yuan, a flash of jealousy crossed her face and she spoke in a sour tone, "Oh, if it isn’t Lin Yuan who’s built herself a new house.

What, now that you have a new house of your own, you come to look for excitement in ours?

Ah, I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed. Our house might not be new or made of red bricks, but at least it can shelter people. It hasn’t collapsed from the rain!"

This third room couple was still the same old way, not showing any improvement despite the numerous lessons. Lin Yuan shook her head inwardly, ruling out their suspicion.

Now, in the Lin family, only Lady Ma and Lin Yongcheng remained as suspects.

It was unknown what Lady Ma was up to, with all the noise outside and yet she could keep her cool and stay inside without coming out.

Just as she was about to shout again, she saw Lady Ma, with dark circles under her eyes, hurry out from the Boss’s room. It wasn’t just the dark circles; nearly her entire face was dark, and her hair was a mess, clearly having just woken up.

Upon seeing Lin Yuan and the crowd gathered at the door trying to catch a glimpse of the action, a flicker of panic flashed across Lady Ma’s eyes. It was brief, but sharp-eyed Lin Yuan caught it.

"You, you little disaster star! What are you doing here again? Leave, get out! Don’t come here and cause us trouble! Bad luck!"

The moment she spoke, she was shooing Lin Yuan away as if she wished she had never appeared, if this wasn’t a sign of a guilty conscience, then what was?

Once more convinced of Lady Ma’s suspicion, Lin Yuan was about to inquire about the red bricks when she heard Xia Zheng whisper from behind her, "To catch a thief, catch the stolen goods first."

Lin Yuan’s eyes flickered as she calculated in her mind. Asking Lady Ma directly would be pointless without evidence; she surely wouldn’t confess. To find the stolen goods would obviously be the most direct and embarrassing proof.

Her gaze swept the yard, but she found nothing suspicious.

After all, she had lived in the old house for many years and knew all too well where things could be hidden.

Currently, the entire courtyard was bare.

Lady Yang was cooking in the kitchen without any sign of hiding anything, and it was clear that nothing would be hidden there.

Neither the couple from the third room nor Lady Ma would ever hide the stolen red bricks in someone else’s room.

That left Lady Ma’s own room. But looking at Lin Jiazhong’s expression, he didn’t seem to be in the know. Could it be that Lady Ma hid the bricks without Lin Jiazhong’s knowledge?