"No matter what, with surveillance proof that I took it, I have nothing to say."
"So you admit it?"
"Yes."
"..." Madam Aisha immediately slumped to the ground, her face pale. She knew full well what terrible consequences an admission would bring—Yiyi would go to prison, and awful things would happen there. Her life would be ruined.
"Don't try to clear my name; it's useless. Their evidence is solid, and I can't dispute it." Jun Yiyi crouched down and gently held Madam Aisha's hands. "The only thing I'm worried about is you. You'll have to live alone, so you must listen carefully to what I have to say."
Then Jun Yiyi began endlessly instructing Madam Aisha on various daily matters to pay attention to. They were all trivial women's matters, and the staff member monitoring them was getting drowsy from listening. Women really are chatty and dull.
