Aunt Deng looked down.
Sure enough!
The crevices of the ruby-inlaid gold ring were filled with dark, dried blood.
Her expression changed. 'It was pitch-black when I stole it last night, so of course I couldn't see it!'
"I accidentally cut my hand while chopping vegetables this morning!" she said, casually making up an excuse as she fiddled with the ring.
One of the men, who had an aquiline nose, had a sinister look in his eyes.
He looked at Aunt Deng and said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, "Then how come we don't see any cuts on your hand? You didn't steal it, did you?"
Aunt Deng lost her temper and immediately started cursing, "Are you blind?! Go ask around the nearby villages! Am I, Wang Qiao'er, someone who's short on money?"
"I wouldn't be caught dead stealing! Besides, I have a whole chest of jewelry like this at home!"
After speaking, she scanned the man up and down and said with disdain, "Look at your poor, shabby self. So unworldly."
