Lin Wei froze in the middle of lifting a spoon to drink her soy milk.
Song Jin slightly furrowed her brows, kept silent, and brought a bun dipped in vinegar to her mouth with her chopsticks.
Chen Zhan, clutching a doughnut, looked up at his father. "How much money, dad?"
"About a thousand," replied Chen Nanzhou, pausing momentarily. "Although this isn't much money for our household, such behavior is totally unacceptable. It's not only about morality, but also legality. Hence I summoned you all this morning to get to the bottom of this. I hope that the guilty party will come to me willingly and admit their mistake."
Lin Wei didn't quite know why she felt apprehensive.
It's often said that guilt gives rise to anxiety. However, she wasn't the thief, but she still felt fear.
