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"Dad, I didn't," Song Weiyi said, somewhat annoyed, loudly objecting.
She hadn't stolen the necklace, so why should she be burdened with the blame for stealing it?
"If not, then where did this necklace come from?" Before Rong Jing'an could speak, Fu Qishan pointed at her neck, with layers of jealousy flashing in her eyes.
Even her best piece of jewelry was worth just over a hundred thousand, and that was one of the few.
Why did Song Weiyi, who she thought was lowly to the bone, suddenly appear so stunningly?
"The necklace was rented," Song Weiyi's face flushed with color.
"Ha, where was it rented from? How much is the rental fee? How much is the deposit? Where is the deposit slip? Show it to us, huh!" Fu Qishan sneered a few times, striding towards Song Weiyi in her high, stiletto heels.
As for the onlookers, all eyes were turned to Song Weiyi, completely obscuring the purpose of their visit today.
