An onlooker held up the coin. "There's a faint scent of perfume on this coin, but the smell of cooking fumes is much stronger. This must be Boss Shen's money."
"Nonsense!" Mrs. Shen snapped, her voice low and furious. "Xiao Lan gets tens of thousands a month for an allowance. Why would she steal Shen Lu's money!"
Shen Lu spread her hands. "Who knows? Maybe it's a habit from her childhood. Just like before, when Shen Lan secretly planted the necklace in my room and then turned around and accused me of stealing it. Maybe she just has a natural compulsion to steal."
Shen Lan's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes instantly reddened. She choked out, "Shen Lu, how could you just slander someone like that? I... I never did any of the things you said."
"The bastard of a low-life is full of nothing but lies! How could I have raised someone as shameless as you!" Mrs. Shen's face was thunderous. She was furious at Shen Lu's actions, but also at Shen Lan's uselessness.
