Just then, Luo Dawei was trying to determine if he was being framed, urging someone to call Lun Xiaoman.
Lun Xiaoman was soon brought in for questioning.
"Did you put it on my bed?" Luo Dawei pointed at the knee pads in Yao's hand and asked.
Seeing his somewhat angry expression, Lun Xiaoman felt secretly pleased, thinking this was his true colors showing. She wasn't afraid of Luo Dawei denying it; as long as she could trace the item back to its owner, she wanted to see how Luo Dawei would handle it. So she feigned innocence and said, "It wasn't me. But I saw this item in someone's luggage."
"Whose luggage?"
"Shen Jiayin's."
Upon hearing this matching answer, Luo Dawei's face darkened. He almost allowed this woman to frame him just now. With anger raging in his heart, he slapped the table, jumped up, and pointed at Lun Xiaoman: "You have some nerve!"
Lun Xiaoman shouted, "I'm not lying. If you don't believe me, you can call Shen Jiayin over and ask her."
