People interjected one after another, some speaking well, others not so much.
Shen Mianmian remained calm, but Yang Xiaoxi couldn't stand it anymore.
"Don't talk nonsense. We're not short of money, there's no way we'd steal your clothes. Search again, maybe it fell into a corner, or perhaps you've sold it."
"As you can see, there's no clothing on the floor." The clerk looked at the bag in Shen Mianmian's hand with a troubled face.
Yang Xiaoxi's bag, which she had just filled with clothes, shouldn't contain anything else, but Shen Mianmian's bag had been brought in from outside. The clerk wasn't sure if the two had taken advantage of the moment she was searching for the clothes to steal and hide them in the bag.
Seeing the clerk's intentions, Shen Mianmian calmly handed over her bag, "We said we didn't take it, but you won't believe us. Check the bag for yourself!"