Rong Wanwan said proudly, "See? I told you she stole things!!"
Suddenly, everyone was convinced and looked at Rong Shengsheng with disdain and hatred. "Appearance does reflect the soul. She's so ugly, her heart must be equally repulsive, always up to such petty theft."
"It seems that this necklace belongs to Madame Lan. I can't believe she stole it!! Fortunately, Miss Rong noticed it in time; otherwise, this pauper would have gotten away with it."
"Everyone, be careful. Most of the service staff hired for the birthday party are poor people, they'll steal from the wealthy at the sight of their possessions."
Rong Shengsheng stared at the pearl necklace in disbelief, her mouth as if sealed by glue, unable to make a sound.
Why was this necklace in her pocket?
What was going on?
She could swear to the heavens that she had never stolen so much as a needle or thread...
This was definitely a set-up.
