Song Wan stood at the gate of the Song family in dismay, looking at the house that was almost empty, and then remembered that her mobile phone was still in it.

"I'll go in and get a cell phone." She spoke patiently to the bank staff.

"Sorry, everything in this room has ceased to belong to you from this moment on."

"Aunt Song, our salary..."

A group of maids stood by and whispered.

"What are you anxious about? Can't we lose your little money? Mother Song was so angry that she completely forgot her present predicament.

Song Wan pushed her mother gently, and no longer held her high-spirited toes. "Sorry,...