"Are you just going to leave it at that?" the nobleman asked angrily.
Ye Jiayao saw the salesmen walk out and watch them cautiously. She decided to drag the nobleman away first.
"I tried recalling what happened and it seems that when you were changing, the purse was already missing. Moreover, the salesmen had such nice attitude before and were coaxing you to buy the clothes with silver. When they saw that we were going back, they changed their attitude immediately and became indifferent. When you mentioned your purse, they became angry, which raises some suspicions," Ye Jiayao analyzed.
"That’s what I was thinking as well," the nobleman said heatedly. "No, I can’t take this insult." He started to walk back to the store, his stance tensed.
Ye Jiayao clung to him firmly. "Can you not be so impulsive? God, they were telling the truth when they said youth without facial hair cannot be relied upon!"
