The old man tried several times to stand up and explain himself, but the pain in his lower back forced him to slump back down. He shouted, his face flushed with exertion, but his frail, aged voice was lost amidst the murmurs of the crowd. Every word they whispered felt like a steel needle pricking at his heart.
"I am not a thief. My son is a good boy; he’s very obedient..." The old man’s tears fell as he spoke, explaining helplessly, yet no one was listening.
"You’re not? Then how do you explain this suitcase?" Song Huan sneered, arms crossed, looking down at the helpless old man with utter disbelief. "Some people have no shame even in their old age. If you’ve stolen something, just admit it. Don’t you know you aren’t worthy of a suitcase like this?"
Chapter 104