"Let it go? How could that be!"
The woman sneered and said, "You say that because nothing from your house was stolen! How about letting that thief into your house, and see if you dare say that then?"
The man was instantly silenced, yet someone else urged, "Even so, you shouldn't beat her so harshly!"
The woman let out a cold laugh and said, "I wish I could kill this damn thief! Ask her how many things she's stolen from my house!"
Jiang Chuan stood quietly nearby, watching closely.
He felt the woman kneeling on the ground didn't seem like a thief.
Because although the woman was simply dressed, her clothes were clean.
This kind of person reminded Jiang Chuan of his mother.
Jiang Chuan's mother was also like this, working as a maid to support Jiang Chuan, impoverished but never harboring crooked thoughts.
This kind of feeling made Jiang Chuan think the woman didn't seem like a thief.
So, Jiang Chuan wanted to ask and clarify.
