"You still won't tell the truth!" Old Jiang's face turned increasingly grim, and he shouted sharply. Mrs. Cheng was so frightened that she slid off her stool and then said, "I'll tell, I'll tell!"
"I stole the bracelet." Mrs. Cheng gritted her teeth and said.
"Stole it?"
"Indeed!"
"Where did you steal it from? Whose bracelet is it?"
"This, I can't tell you." Although somewhat afraid of Old Jiang, Mrs. Cheng still didn't intend to tell him. Because if it became known that she stole the bracelet from her employer, who would want to hire her again?
Fortunately for her, the person was occupied with other matters and later was reported dead; otherwise they might have come looking for her.
"You!" Old Jiang was somewhat angry but eventually suppressed it and then asked, "And Cheng Li, is she really your daughter?"
Old Sir Jiang looked sharply at Mrs. Cheng, his voice a bit cold.
