"How did you know I had music notes in my luggage?" Chen Shulan looked sickly and wasn't imposing, but when she looked solemn, her eyes were strict and sharp. "Did you take it?"
Qin Yu's impression of Chen Shulan was of a rural grandmother, so she didn't expect her to have such an aura. "I didn't."
She couldn't help but shrink back, a little scared.
"Really?" Chen Shulan narrowed her turbid face and stared at Qin Yu for a long time. "I advise you not to have any ideas about it, and you better not touch the music sheets."
Qin Yu's pale was pale and she felt a chill on her back. "Grandma, what are you talking about?"
"You're very clear about what I'm talking about." Chen Shulan coughed a few times.
Outside, Ning Qing was holding a kettle. When she came in, she saw how pale Qin Yu's face was as if she had suffered a blow, and she glanced at Chen Shulan subconsciously.