Guan Tao shrunk her neck. Although she had a clear conscience, she could not help but blush when so many people were surrounding her.
When the other girl who was with Yu Mengyao saw this, she sneered and said, "Where else could she have gotten this from? How would a poor girl be able to afford such an expensive silk handkerchief? She must have stolen it!"
"No… I didn't steal it!" Guan Tao's eyes turned red from anxiety, and she quickly shook her head to deny it.
But what could she do? There were only a few people from South City in the first year, and everyone recognized them. Guan Tao's family's situation was even more difficult than Jian Ai's. At that moment, she could not share where such an expensive handkerchief came from. Everyone thought that she had stolen it.
"Oh, I couldn't tell that she's such a person. She usually looks quite honest."
"She's used to being poor, so her hands inevitably felt itchy after seeing such a good thing."
