Naturally, none of the onlookers in the living room came forward to answer. Instead, they covertly observed the people around them. Who might have stolen the tree bark powder?
However, half an hour later, a tin can used for milk powder was found next to the flowerpot at the entrance of Su Cheng's doorway.
He carried it into the house. "Mingjing, is this it?"
Si Mingjing's eyes sparkled slightly as she opened the tin can and nodded. "That's it. Thank you."
"You little rascal! You still say you didn't steal it!"
The Su family patriarch slammed his teacup down on the coffee table, picked up his cane, and was about to strike his grandson again.
Su Cheng reflexively jumped up. "Grandpa, please be reasonable! I clearly found it near the flowerbed outside the door. I'm the one who deserves credit for this! It must have been my eldest or second brother who stole it. They knew Mingjing had a chance to marry Mo Yinhe, so they sneaked it out and then put it back. Case perfectly solved."
