"You really lost money?" Shen Jianhua stared at her, his face stern, "You know my temper. There are things I'm not unaware of; I turn a blind eye. But stealing money is no trivial matter; you can't just talk nonsense."
Zhou Lanfang felt slightly guilty, her gaze darting around, not daring to meet Shen Jianhua's eyes, "I... If she didn't steal the money, where did the items come from?"
After so many years of marriage, Shen Jianhua understood his wife's expression all too well. He had indeed misunderstood Mianmian, and he felt so angry that his chest was tight with frustration.
It was almost Chinese New Year, and people in the countryside wanted harmony and prosperity at home; he didn't want to argue either. Holding back his anger, he said, "How can you become more confused as you get older?"
"Do you really believe that the perfume was a gift from He Nan?" Zhou Lanfang didn't think she was wrong at all, "Why would someone give it to her?"
