"Why are you still laughing?" Chen Mengyan saw Yang Ming actually laugh at the other's misery. She frowned a bit as she was displeased.
"I'm not laughing. I'm not laughing." Yang Ming quickly ceased his laughter and made a stern expression. "Why is she sleeping on the bus? I can only say that she's unlucky!"
"Then, what should we do? Yang Ming, should we think of a way to warn this sister?" Chen Mengyan was a bit anxious.
Sister? Yang Ming glanced at the "Big Mama" on the seat. If it was any other passenger, Yang Ming might actually lend a hand but for now, Yang Ming earnestly wished that the "Big Mama" actually got pickpocketed.
By this time, most of the passengers on the bus already realized the thief's intention. There wasn't anyone who spoke out but rather everyone was turning their head away.
The thief is actually holding a knife! We aren't the police or the National Liberation Army. The matter of arresting a thief isn't even related to us!
