Qiao Xi was the first to break the silence and sneered.
"Miss Tang, we're talking about this rose, not the rose garden. Why are you so nervous?
"You're guilty! Could it be that you didn't paint the rose garden?"
Tang Ruge's face was ferocious, and her eyes were filled with fear. Her forehead was covered in sweat as she stared fixedly at the rose. Her blood seemed to have frozen.
"Q-Qiao Xi, don't spout nonsense. I-I'm not guilty…" Tang Ruge stammered, making everyone even more suspicious.
Madam Tang was still relatively calm. Her eyes turned cold. "Miss Qiao, you need to have evidence when you speak! Our Tang family is a scholarly family. Ruge has received the best education since she was young. She's a top socialite in the capital. How could she steal someone else's painting?"
