Tang Fei's face changed instantly when the boss mentioned the serial number of the money.
Not only did her gaze flicker, but she also involuntarily shrank toward a deserted spot.
This reaction was a clear sign of a guilty conscience.
Tang Huai looked at her with a trace of ridicule in his eyes.
Wanting to be a thief without the guts of one, truly a disgrace to thieves.
Tang Huai's lips bore a cold smile as he extended his hand, looking at Tang Fei with icy eyes, "I saw with my own eyes you taking a hundred yuan from the cash register and still clutching it in your palm. Don't play a game of hide and seek with me, okay? Just because you're not smart doesn't mean we are all idiots. Your acting is terrible too, with 'guilty' and 'I am a thief' practically written all over you. If you don't want to make a scene at the police station, then hand the money back."
That was a hundred yuan!
In her whole life, Tang Fei had never touched a hundred yuan!
