I listened to my sister's words today.

Yun Yiruo watched the discussion in the chat group quietly, and for a moment she didn't know what to say.

Fox Fox: “First, organize the accessories we snatched back from those people and send them to this designated account.

"After everything is sorted out, we can calculate the total selling price."

"When the time comes, I will transfer it to you one by one according to your deserved share."

"Also, some fans sent me private messages saying they were willing to return the accessories they snatched."

"Although I don't know whether this is true or not, it's still a hope."

"So, please pay more attention and help calculate how many accessories we can eventually recover and their corresponding value. Then we can transfer the money all at once."

After sending such a long paragraph, Yun Yiruo sighed, feeling like her brain was about to explode.

I sat in front of the computer blankly, staring at the screen, as if frozen, and time passed by minute by minute.

Then he slowly reached out his hand as if waking from a dream, and slowly picked up the mouse and keyboard.

I began to type on the keyboard with difficulty, complaining to the customer service about the situation I had encountered.

I was afraid of missing any key details. Before I knew it, half an hour had passed and I finally finished a long "essay".

As for the option of calling the police, I don’t even dare to think about it.

Regardless of whether the police will accept the case, it is unlikely to get the pricing report from the Price Bureau.

After all, these tens of millions of stocks are commodities with floating virtual prices, and the Price Bureau is unlikely to easily issue a pricing report.

Even if you can get this report, the chances of successfully recovering the lost inventory are almost negligible.

There are so many accounts alone that transfer inventory, and locating them is simply a fantasy.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I felt. As I thought about it, my eyes gradually became moist and tears flowed uncontrollably, rolling down like beads from a broken string.

Sobbing and choking, he ran out of the room and stumbled downstairs to find his sister.

At this time, Jiang Ling was sitting leisurely by the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, savoring exquisite afternoon tea and quietly admiring the picturesque rain scene outside the window.

Suddenly, a small figure slammed into Jiang Ling's arms like a cannonball.

Before he could even swallow the tea in his mouth, he was almost choked by the sudden impact.

The little guy's face was covered with tears, and he looked pitiful and aggrieved.

I don't understand. It's just a game, why are you crying like this?

Jiang Ling quickly reached out and gently wiped away the tears from the little guy's face, then brought over the cake that was placed aside.

He asked softly, "Would you like some cake?"

Although Yun Yiru was still immersed in sadness at the moment, when the sweet and delicious cake was handed to her mouth, she obediently opened her mouth and took a bite.

Seeing the little guy still looking unsatisfied after finishing the cake, with his little mouth still smacking, Jiang Ling asked again: "What happened? Tell your sister quickly, okay?"

Someone used a large number of accounts to trade with my account, emptied all the items on it, and left nothing.

Having said that, my eyes became moist again.

Jiang Ling listened patiently, and the little guy told her the whole story.

Although I didn't fully understand the details, I got the general idea - a few days ago, the little guy's account was hacked and all his valuable items were stolen.

"So, how did someone steal your account? Did you leak your account information to anyone else?"

Jiang Ling's words were like a sharp sword, pointing directly to the core of the problem.

These words made Yun Yiruo sweat profusely, and a chill seemed to rise from his back.

How could I tell my sister that I clicked on a seemingly harmless voting link?

Jiang Ling caught the unconcealable guilt and embarrassment on Yun Yiru's face, frowned slightly, and felt that things seemed not simple.

"If you don't tell me the truth, I can't help you." Jiang Ling deliberately pretended to be indifferent.

Yun Yiruo swallowed and scratched her head awkwardly, "Well... it's because, it's because I clicked on that voting link, and then... then everything is gone."

"What voting link?" Jiang Ling's voice was calm but with a barely perceptible chill.

"That...that...the beauty pageant for 'Charming Carbon-Based Organisms'."

Before Yun Yiruo could finish her words, Jiang Ling pinched the tip of her tail hard, causing her to twist and turn in pain.

Jiang Ling simply uttered two words lightly: "Serves you right." Then, she no longer paid attention to the screaming little guy in her arms, but continued to sip the tea in her hand elegantly.

"Oh! Sister~" Yun Yiruo sat aside, gently pushing her sister's hand, looking like a kitten trying to attract its owner's attention.

Those big watery eyes looked at her sister expectantly, as if hoping for a response.

After all, all that inventory was collected by myself through hard work, unpacking boxes and sorting them out one by one.

However, as time passed, the elder sister seemed unaware of the little one's movements and continued to drink the tea in the cup leisurely.

After a long while, Jiang Ling finally put down the teacup and said calmly, "Go play somewhere else."

Hearing this, Yun Yiruo almost jumped up in anxiety. She quickly grabbed her sister's clothes and explained anxiously: "Sister, you have to believe me, I really was not careful!"

But Jiang Ling remained unmoved, and even asked in a teasing tone, "What's wrong? Your hands have developed their own consciousness now?"

Yun Yiruo refused to give up and continued chattering beside her sister, pouring out everything from what had happened to her thoughts at the time to her regret and worry afterwards.

As for Jiang Ling, she just sat aside, drinking tea calmly, occasionally flipping through the newspaper in her hand, and turning a deaf ear to the little guy's chatter.

Before I knew it, the sun was setting and the sky outside the window was getting darker.

Even until the chef at home started preparing dinner, Yun Yiruo kept talking to her sister, with no intention of stopping.

【Shi Qian Dudu Milk Tea x1】

(Thank you for your gifts and support. I've seen many people asking if there are any reference templates for Jiang Ling and Yun Yiruo's looks. You can refer to Honeysuckle Jiang Ling, Yun Yiruo Ling Lan, and Nashida.)

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