With such a huge accusation leveled against her, Ding Rumei's face turned ashen. She shook her head weakly and said, "No, I didn't."

Aunt Wang grabbed her hair and wouldn't listen to her explanation at all.

"If it weren't for people like you who disrupt public order, our society wouldn't be progressing so slowly. With such evil intentions, how could we dare to leave you in a place like this?"

Life in the compound was more like a utopia. The children here were basically free from danger, and the parents had little to worry about but human traffickers.

But if someone who is capable of harming even children suddenly appears in the neighborhood, how can they rest easy?

Who doesn't have a child at home?

If the child is gone, the sky will fall.

"You're making baseless accusations! I didn't steal anything. These two kids are just making things up. God, please open your eyes! Honest people are being wronged to death. I'm more wronged than Dou E!"

Li Qingqing and Song Zhaodi exchanged a glance and went upstairs while the crowd was bustling around.

The two stood at the door of the child's room and saw that it was in complete disarray, a mess. Even the child's desk was messy, with the books that were once neatly arranged now scattered on the floor.

All the decent-looking clothes in the closet were piled on the bed, and some were in bags. It seemed that Ding Rumei originally wanted to take them, but the two children found them in time.

Standing in front of the children's window, Song Zhaodi reported truthfully to the people downstairs: "The children are not lying at all. You have turned the children's room upside down. What else could it be but a burglary? If you don't believe me, come up and see for yourselves. You are so short-sighted that you don't even spare the children's things. Have you never seen anything good in your life?"

Looking at the child's messy bed, Li Qingqing could imagine what had happened. She was furious. "You even planned to steal the child's blanket. What else wouldn't you dare to do? Even if you want to lie, at least come up with a smarter excuse."

Everyone has eyes; they can tell who's lying just by looking around the room.

Ding Rumei was afraid that the two women would say something shocking, so she waved her arms, trying to shut them up, but the two women were upstairs, and no matter how much she shouted, it was to no avail.

"You're all in cahoots, you've been plotting this all along. You just don't like me in this house. If you dislike me that much, I can pack my things and leave without a second thought. Shu Ying, don't blame me for not warning you, everyone around you has their own agenda. Only I am Xie Zhiyan's cousin. You'll regret framing me like this sooner or later."

Ding Rumei stubbornly refused to admit that she had stolen anything, which made Shu Ying laugh in anger. She took Yangyang's pen out of Ding Rumei's pocket with one hand.

"This pen was a birthday gift my parents bought for Yangyang when he was still in Shanghai. He couldn't write yet, so he always used it to draw. You wouldn't tell everyone that this pen is yours, would you? Do you know what the foreign words on it mean?"

Seeing this, Li Qingqing wished she could immediately go downstairs and slap her a few times.

Because they were left by their maternal grandparents, Yangyang and Yueyue each had one. The little ones treasured them very much, and they even brought them with them when they came from Shanghai.