"I've never seen someone so brazen about doing something wrong. You really have no shame," the landlady, in her forties and always quite fiery, said. Her attitude when she kicked Shen Mianmian out of the shop that day said it all.
Now that she heard what Cheng Xining said, her anger intensified, looking as if Xining had stolen clothes from her shop.
"Who are you calling shameless?" Xining, who had never been cursed at like this before, felt deeply humiliated and her face turned bright red with anger.
"I'm talking about you, what about it?" The boss's wife turned around and started shouting to the people outside, "Everyone, come and see! The girl yesterday was wronged; she didn't steal any clothes at all. This woman caused all the trouble, accusing others. She looks decent, but her actions are anything but!"
"You—you shut up!" Xining was so angry she could hardly keep from marching over and covering the woman's mouth.
"I'm telling the truth, why should I shut up?"
