As soon as the policeman finished speaking, the eyes of the people in the village who were watching the commotion all turned back to Mrs. Fu.
And then, after thinking about it carefully, they suddenly found that the policeman's suspicion was very reasonable.
After all, as of now, all the evidence points to Mrs. Fu as the person most likely to have stolen her daughter-in-law's clothes.
Mrs. Fu's mind went blank for a moment, but she quickly reacted. Her current response, if she didn't say a word, would only make people more suspicious of her, so she hurriedly spoke up to defend herself:
"Officer, you can't just say that. How could I possibly steal her things? It's simply impossible!"
"Besides, if I wanted to take her things, I'd just take them. I wouldn't need her permission either!"
"I'm an old woman, almost sixty, and I walk straight, sit upright. I don't fear being suspected. I didn't do this."
Mrs. Fu spoke with her hands on her hips, her voice unusually loud.
