Jiang Meng placed her hand behind her back, "These were sent to me by someone else. Why are you asking me to take them off?"
Mother Jiang intervened, "Lately, people have been sending things to our house, all in anticipation of Meng's upcoming wedding.
These are also gifts for the newlyweds." Jiang Nuan gave Mother Jiang a cold glance, "Just because she's your biological daughter, you instinctively believe that whatever she does, including stealing, is justified."
"Who are you accusing of stealing? These were sent to me by the studio!" Jiang Meng stubbornly held her ground.
"Yes, Meng even designed jewelry to sell at exhibitions. She would never take your things," Mother Jiang chose to support her.
Jiang Nuan listened without any emotional fluctuations, taking out her phone and dialing 110.