"Madam, I don't know what you mean?" Youko said, looking innocent.
Your acting skills are far behind Nora Sullivan's, don't humiliate yourself.
Sarah Sullivan silently mocked in her heart, then pointed to the bag in Youko's hand: "This is mine."
Youko clutched the bag tightly, forcing a smile: "Madam, you must be mistaken. This is my bag, I usually just put some rags and trivial stuff in it, it's not worth anything. If you don't believe me, take a look? It's worn out in many places."
To prove her point, Youko raised the bag high.
Indeed, the leather was worn in many places, not glossy at all.
Sarah Sullivan sneered: "I can play dumb, but that's because I choose not to make a fuss. But don't take me for a fool, or I won't be happy."
