So she subconsciously felt that this child had stolen someone else's clothes.

But the more she watched the show, the more she felt that this child had a great grievance. Now he could still say that he wanted to report it to the police. She looked at the waiters in the shop thoughtfully.

She didn't know why, but she always felt that the waiters in these shops felt a little guilty.

After pondering for a moment, she lowered her head and whispered a few words into the ear of the maid next to her. The maid looked at her young lady hesitantly.

She obviously didn't want her young lady to meddle in her own business, but her young lady's eyes were very firm, and she knew she couldn't persuade her, so she nodded and agreed.

She looked at the people around her, signaled the guards on the side to take care of her young lady, and then walked up.

Zhuang Zhuang saw that no one present could help him, and everyone was watching indifferently. He was crying in fear at this moment. From the corner of his eye, he saw a beautifully dressed woman coming out. He seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw.

.

He quickly said, "Please, report it to the official for me. I...I really didn't steal anything. These clothes are mine."

The woman did not respond to Zhuang Zhuang's words. To be honest, in her heart, she thought the child was a thief. Otherwise, if he was dressed like this, the waiter in the shop would not be able to slander him for no reason.

After all, he doesn't look like a man with much money, so why are a few waiters trying to blackmail him?

Those who want money but have no money.

But she had no choice but to come out. This was their lady's wish. Regardless of whether this brat was a thief or not, she had to deal with it according to the lady's wish first.

At this moment, she glanced at Zhuangzhuang indifferently, then looked at the waiters, cleared her throat, and said, "You said this... this boy is a thief, then tell me what exactly he stole?"

Those waiters in the shop were considered people who had seen the world, and judging from the way this woman was dressed, it was obvious that she must be a maid.

Since she was a maid, they had nothing to be afraid of. They just thought she was stepping out to meddle in other people's business. So after the three of them looked at each other, one of them snorted coldly:

"This is a matter in our shop. We will handle it ourselves. I advise you not to meddle in your own business."

Originally, this maid was leaning towards them, but this person actually said such words, which immediately made her angry.

She sneered and took out a sign indicating that they were the servants of the magistrate's family, "I am the maid of the magistrate's family. This boy has already said that he wants to report to the official. If you don't make it clear, I will take him to the Yamen to see.

Let’s see who is lying today.”

At this time, someone in the crowd recognized that the sign in the maid's hand indeed represented the county magistrate's servant, and said, "I have seen this girl before. She is indeed the personal maid of the county magistrate's daughter."

Having been confirmed in this way, the waiters in the shop were obviously panicked. The person who just spoke quickly apologized:

"Girl, don't be angry. It's my fault that I didn't recognize the girl in time. I apologize to the girl."

After saying that, he glanced at Zhuang Zhuang, who had stopped crying, and continued, "Girl, please don't be deceived by this boy. He stole the clothes in our shop. We thought he was young and never thought of sending him to prison."

, all he needs to do is return the stolen clothes now."

"I didn't steal it, these clothes don't belong to you at all!"

After Zhuangzhuang finished speaking, the waiter in the shop yelled at him. After yelling, he hurriedly looked at the maid, "Miss, you...don't believe him. These clothes are really mine, and I really didn't steal them."

Perhaps the title of 'Miss' succeeded in pleasing the maid. She looked at the clothes in Zhuang Zhuang's arms and asked, "Do you have any evidence to prove that these clothes are yours?"

"..."

Zhuangzhuang was immediately stumped by this question. Where could he prove that the clothes were his?

No one's name was written on the clothes.
Chapter completed!