"Not necessarily, you know a person's face but not their heart. Such a valuable thing, it's possible someone really took it."
"Qiong'er, think about it, can you think of any suspicious person?"
Li Qiong'er's eyes were almost brimming with tears, her face pale as she pondered. The commotion here was somewhat loud, and the women at the other tables were startled, craning their necks to see what was happening. Hua Jun and Hua's mother came over, asking, "What's going on?"
Jia Wenxiu seized the opportunity to say to Hua Jun, "Qiong'er's newly bought bracelet was in her bag, but now it's gone. We suspect it was stolen by someone with sticky fingers."
Hua's mother felt displeased.
