It was noon, and the sun was already blazing. Yet, as Cao Chengwen stood rooted to the spot, he was ice-cold all over.
The surrounding crowd stared at him, their expressions a mixture of shock and suspicion.
The countless gazes felt like needles on Cao Chengwen's back. He panicked instantly, shouting, "No! Your Honor! I misspoke just now! I was wrong! That silver note isn't mine! It has nothing to do with me!"
Yang Zhen snorted and slammed the silver note on the table!
"The fingerprints are a perfect match. With such irrefutable evidence, you still dare to argue!?"
Cao Chengwen was utterly stunned and swayed on his feet.
"How can this be… How is this possible!"
'He clearly gave Liu Si silver ingots, so where in the world did this silver note come from!?'
...
In the teahouse above, Shen Yanchuan watched the scene unfold, a brow slightly raised.
'So that's how it is.'
'No wonder she was out for so long yesterday. She must have been arranging this.'
