Probing

Luo Shumo came back to her senses and explained coldly to Fu Yuchen, "I didn't steal Bai Ling's clothes. This clothes was delivered to my doorstep by an unfamiliar man. If there's really anything, it must be a trap."

"Don't pretend in front of me, I prepared this for Bai Ling." Fu Yuchen's gaze was as cold as a knife as he stared at her: "But Bai Ling's clothes were stolen a few days ago!"

When he first heard about it, he had assumed that Bai Ling had accidentally lost her clothes and had urgently ordered another new one.

However, he didn't expect that this woman would deliberately make use of him and make excuses in front of him.

Luo Shumo looked at Fu Yuchen's cold expression and felt sad. He had followed her for so many years, but he didn't believe her at all.

In his eyes, he was just a scheming woman who framed her little sister.