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"So, the timing of the thefts for both of you matches," Luo Qianqian raised an eyebrow.
There were two possibilities for Cao Yingying: one was that the thief was crying 'stop thief,' so she would know the exact time, meaning her time had to be accurate; the other possibility was that she really did lose money, which was why she knew.
"Where did you put your money, Cao Yingying?" Luo Qianqian bit her lower lip tightly before finally asking.
Taken aback, Cao Yingying then pointed to her own cabinet: "In the cabinet, it should be under the bag of things I just bought."
Luo Qianqian walked to the front of the cabinet and pulled it open in one swift movement, frowning slightly at the contents—apparently, various clothes and bags that Cao Yingying had brought back these past two days, none of which were worth less than two hundred yuan.
After casually flipping through, Luo Qianqian's face took on a more serious expression.
"Are you sure you didn't remember it wrong?"
