Suddenly, Gu Lihui's expression froze. His face went pale in an instant, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably. He felt around again, but there was still nothing there.
'How could this be? Where's the cloth bundle I put in here? How could it be empty? My money... where did all the money I worked so hard to save go?' He refused to give up. He ran to find a flashlight and shined it into the secret compartment. It was completely empty—not even a scrap of paper was left, let alone the bulging cloth bundle he had personally placed inside, filled with his bank passbook, cash, and grain and oil coupons.
