Her eyes were glued to the purse in Yang Dayong's hand.
"Shen Qiu, the rightful owner is here now. You can't possibly still say you didn't take anything, can you?"
"I..." Shen Qiu's mind was still racing, trying to figure out what would be the most advantageous action to take for herself. After a pause, she said, "That purse isn't mine!"
"..." Yang Chuxia took another look at her and realized that this was the real Shen Qiu, a person who would stoop to any low to achieve her goals.
"Shen Qiu, your name is embroidered on it. How can you say this purse isn't yours?" Yang Dayong held up the purse in his hand, somewhat disbelieving what he had heard.
"So what if it has a name on it? Who knows if you embroidered it yourselves to frame me?" As soon as Shen Qiu finished speaking, she immediately grabbed hold of Young Master Zhang and said, "Brother Zhang, let's leave quickly, these people are crazy."
"Yeah, I also think there's something wrong with these people."
