"It's not that I took it. Look at this necklace here; it's identical to the one by Yan Qingruo's side. If you switch them without anyone noticing, no one will pay any attention to it." Mrs. Chen took out a necklace, and truly, it was identical to the one that the old Mr. Chen had just handed to Chen Qianmo.
But although they looked the same on the surface, what was really inside, no one could say clearly.
Afang shook her head repeatedly. She had already been beaten half to death, how could she dare to do anything that would irk Chen Qianmo?
"Hmph, if you don't help me, do you not want to see Anan again?" Mrs. Chen coldly huffed seeing Afang's continuous refusals.
"Ah, my brother, how is he doing now?" Afang suddenly became anxious.