Compared to the eldest branch's unspoken understanding, the third branch was not like that at all. Jiang Changtao felt certain that Sun Lixia had taken the pocket watch.
With a dark expression on his face, he angrily pointed at Sun Lixia's nose and exclaimed, "Sun Lixia, can't you have some shame, can't you control your own hands? You even took a child's belonging, truly embarrassing our third branch. How are you going to let us, father and son, show our faces outside in the future?"
Seeing that not even her husband believed her, Sun Lixia felt extremely aggrieved—as if she was being wrongfully accused to death.
"Changtao, I really am being framed. I found the pocket watch last night when I went outside to the toilet. It was on the woodpile; I didn't steal it," she urgently explained.
"Do you think I don't know what kind of person you are? Do you really think I would believe anything you're saying?" Jiang Changtao retorted loudly.
