Qiao Xi refused to show weakness.
Her voice was cold: "What I mean is that Mrs. Pei and Li Qian are both making conflicting statements, so we can't discern who actually did something wrong. Let's take this matter to the police station for clarification, instead of Mrs. Pei insisting that Li Qian is the thief."
"Tch."
Mrs. Pei let out a mocking laugh: "Are you suggesting that I have some reason to falsely accuse a mere beautician? What motive would I possibly have?"
"And what motive would Li Qian have? Mrs. Pei, let me ask you again, do you still firmly believe that it was Li Qian who stole your necklace?"
"Of course! If it wasn't her, who else could it be? Both she and your beauty salon bear responsibility!"
"Fine! Then let me ask Li Qian one question next."
Qiao Xi stood there, her voice firm, completely unaffected by Mrs. Pei's emotions.
"Li Qian, did you ever touch this necklace? Don't rush to answer—please think carefully before responding."
