She, naturally, referred to Song Yinyin.
Lu Jihan paused, slightly turned his head, and his hawk-like eyes shot out coldly: "Mrs. Zhao, is there anything else?"
Catching a glimpse of Lu Jihan's sinister and icy gaze, Mrs. Zhao shivered slightly.
But, the next second, she unceremoniously pointed at Song Yinyin and said, "I suspect that she stole my watch!"
The entire living room suddenly fell silent, and everyone turned their shocked eyes towards Song Yinyin.
Lu Jihan's eyes grew even colder, like the coldest blade of ice from the polar winter, shooting towards Mrs. Zhao.
"You say she stole your watch. Do you have any evidence?" he said coolly, his seemingly calm face already hiding undercurrents.
Mrs. Zhao was completely unaware.
"I don't have any evidence. But the guests attending Master Ji's event, weren't they all people of high status from the Imperial City, people with wealth and status who wouldn't lack a watch? Only she—"
