Perhaps on the surface, the people who praise you can also ruthlessly stab you in the back— who isn't capable of being two-faced?
Not to mention, Old Mrs. Mu would always brag about how outstanding her son was while belittling other people's sons; under such circumstances, who could like her?
Everyone just wished she would take a big fall.
Of course, it wasn't evident on the surface.
"You..." Old Mrs. Mu was furious, but she couldn't outright say it was her who took it.
Just then, Mu Yu came out, holding a jewelry box, which clearly belonged to Bai Xin.
Before she could speak, Bai Xin's eyes widened in disbelief. She looked at her and then lowered her head as if feeling very wronged.
"Little sister, why didn't you say you took it earlier? I wouldn't have reported it to the police, but sorry, even if you like it, I can't give it to you. It's part of my dowry."
