Hearing Long Yuanyuan's furious rebuke, Er Liang jumped in fright, her face flushing red with a hint of grievance in her voice as she defended herself, "I...I am not a thief, this morning I just saw that big brother holding a yellow box..."
"Hold your tongue!"
Upon hearing the other party slander her lover, Long Yuanyuan's beautiful eyes instantly became as cold and sharp as a knife.
Enraged, she instinctively rose to teach the brazen young girl a lesson, but was restrained by Wen Dong who held her shoulder.
Wen Dong, however, remained calm, smilingly looking at Er Liang, "Little girl, if I had really stolen something, how could you have seen it so easily? At such a young age, you should not spout nonsense."
Before Er Liang could retort, he looked towards the big man who had lost his item, his gaze calm, "Sir, if you have any doubts, feel free to search my dwelling thoroughly."
The big man hesitated for a moment.
