Dusk bled like ink between the window lattices of the old Shen Residence. The dim, yellowish bulb beneath the eaves was shaken by the night wind, casting spiderweb-like, distorted shadows against the grayish-white wall. Shen Rou’s fingernails dug deep into her palms, her pale knuckles pressing against her faded embroidered cloth bag. The sharp edges of the stack of banknotes beneath the fabric pressed painfully into her.
"Rourou..."
Chen Jinlan hesitated, tugging nervously at her daughter's sleeve, but Shen Kuo shoved his way between them to block her. The cuffs of the man's dark blue Zhongshan suit were stained with grease from the cafeteria, and he reached out impatiently to grab the cloth bag.
Chapter 112