Yang's father was leaning on the bedside, his eyes dull. He turned around and saw that Yang Lang had no reaction at all. He had been peeling an apple beside him and gnawing on it to himself. He was filled with anger.

"How could I have a son like you? What use do I have with you!" Yang's father said angrily.

Yang Lang raised his head and smiled, "Don't you still have a son? Why don't you go find him? He can help you pay for your medical and hospital bills, and buy you a house. Why don't you go find him?"

Seeing Yang Lang's idle look, Yang's father became more and more angry, "Why don't you have any enterprising spirit? As long as you can make money to support yourself, I won't do such a shameful thing!"

"What's wrong with me? Why are you embarrassed?" Yang Lang took a bite of the apple and still didn't care.

"You! You!" Yang's father was shaking with anger. He pointed to the door and said: "We were selling things on the street and were seen by others. Now even the little nurse came over to ask me about this senior official who lives here.

Why did the old man in the ward run out to set up a stall? Does he have no money to pay the medical bills? "

"Where do you want my old face to be?" Yang's father looked towards the door and saw someone eavesdropping outside the door. He was even more angry.

Yang Lang shook his head and smiled, "Then what do you think we should do?"

"After calling the police, have you called? Have you asked about the situation?" Yang's father sighed softly and lowered his voice a little.

"It's useless. Now we have issued a notice to assist in the investigation, but what's the use? We still can't catch him," Yang Lang said.

"Don't worry about your own crotch! If something like this happens, how much money can our family have to let you lose like this?" Yang's father said angrily.

Yang Lang chuckled and looked up at Father Yang, "Dad, let me tell you, there must be a lot of good things in a place. If you can take them out without breaking the law, do you think you can do it?"

Yang's father was stunned and then asked: "Where?"

"Yang Bo's house!"

Yang's father was stunned. He stared at Yang Lang and said, "You know it clearly!"

After saying that, Father Yang also showed a smile on his face, "This is indeed a good idea. Isn't he not in Jinling now? Since we can't get him to come back by setting up a stall in front of his shop, then we will go to his house to get things.

If I take my son’s things, it’s not considered stealing!”

Yang Lang also laughed, "Yes, if the elder brother takes the younger brother's things, it is not considered stealing!"

"Do you know what good things he has at home?" Father Yang looked at Yang Lang.

Yang Lang laughed, "Most of what he can take back must be good things. As long as he can take out one or two items, or get some money back, that's good."

Father Yang nodded, "That's true. Well, you go buy some good things and we'll go there tonight. When your mother comes later, don't tell her. Let's just talk about it and go out and make money."

"Okay, Dad, I'll go get ready first!" After Yang Lang finished speaking, he couldn't wait to leave.

Father Yang sat on the bed and froze for a while, grinning.

When Yang's mother came back, Yang's father had dinner and excused himself to go for a walk. Yang's father shook off Yang's father and took a taxi to the gate of the community. The two dispersed and then walked into the community when the security guard ordered the car to lose concentration.

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Arriving downstairs of the building where Yang Bo was, Yang Lang looked at Father Yang, "Do you remember which floor it is on?"

"Thirteenth floor." Father Yang said.

Yang Lang was stunned. He had never been here before, and he didn't know which floor it was. Hearing Yang's father's words, he immediately panicked, "Dad, why didn't you tell me earlier? It's the thirteenth floor, how can we climb up there?"

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Father Yang smiled and said, "Don't worry, I have already observed the situation here, and I will know when you go up."

Yang Lang looked at Father Yang in surprise, and Father Yang's face turned red, "What are you looking at?"

"Dad, have you had this idea for a long time? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Yang Lang said excitedly.

Father Yang blushed, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Yang Lang chuckled, and the two followed one person into the elevator and reached the top floor.

Noticing that the door to the top floor was locked, Yang Lang looked at Father Yang, "How do we go up?"

Father Yang pointed to the skylight in the middle of the floor and said, "Isn't there a skylight here?"

Yang Lang took a look and said, "The skylight is too high and I can't climb up."

"Idiot, there's a ladder!" Yang's father said.

Yang Lang suddenly realized and looked at Father Yang again, "Can you do it?"

Father Yang shook his head, "Let's try our best this time!"

While talking, Father Yang squatted down and said to Yang Lang: "Come up!"

Yang Lang put his backpack on his back, stepped on Yang's father's leg, and put it on his shoulder with a strong force.

Father Yang gritted his teeth and his body was shaky. Especially when Yang Lang stood on his shoulders, he felt a collapse in his body and his eyesight turned black.

Fortunately, Yang Lang moved quickly and quickly climbed up. Yang Lang put down the rope. Father Yang pulled the rope and felt dizzy. He couldn't move it for a long time. After a long time, Father Yang finally climbed up.

Gone.

The two of them were very tired, so they took a rest on the rooftop and lay down. It was too early now, many people were still outside, and they had to wait until after ten o'clock.

It was very cold in early winter. The father and son hid on the side of the small attic on the roof of the building. Their legs and feet were numb from the cold, but they did not dare to stamp their feet. They could only rub their hands and blow air on them to keep warm.

When the time was almost up and there were fewer and fewer people downstairs, the father and son finally couldn't wait to tie the rope to the water pipe on the rooftop.

Father Yang warned: "We are on the 18th floor, go down five windows and we will be there."

Yang Lang nodded, "Okay!"

Noticing that there was no one downstairs, Yang Lang tied a non-slip sling around his body, hung it on the rope, and slid downstairs.

Father Yang whispered: "Be careful!"

Yang Lang moved down carefully. It was the first time for him to do such a thing. His hands and feet were not very flexible. Fortunately, he was very brave. He soon slid to the fifth floor. Seeing that there was no one in the room, he couldn't bear it.

He couldn't help but smile, opened the window easily, and went down through the window.

After entering the room, Yang Lang felt relieved. He turned on the light and opened the refrigerator. When he saw a roast chicken in the refrigerator, he immediately beamed. He had not eaten anything all night. He was really hungry.

Already.

He took out the roasted chicken, tore it open with his hands, and took a big bite. He did not forget his mission. After thinking about it, he followed Father Yang's instructions and found the study.

The study door was unlocked. When he entered the study, he smelled the smell of cigarette smoke. He thought to himself that Yang Bo usually behaved like a non-smoker, so now he wanted to smoke secretly? Thinking about this, he secretly hated it again.

Get up, Yang Bo is hiding at home, you have called him for so many days, but he still doesn’t answer?

When he thought about it, he became rude. When he saw several pieces of porcelain on the bookshelf in the study, he just put them in his bag!
Chapter completed!