Feng Yi's words suddenly silenced the two people who had been showing intense anger and excitement.
It was like an impassioned performance abruptly cut off by someone pulling the plug.
Awkward?
No, it was more a restless agitation.
The man who had just been clamoring to call the police, still holding his phone, stared at Feng Yi, his face remaining relatively calm, "You've got it wrong! You just glanced from outside and didn't see clearly at all!"
"Shall I go take another look?" Feng Yi said, observing the two people, gauging their emotions, "So you actually don't know who he is either?"
Pulling out his phone, Feng Yi said, "You're not calling? Then I'll call the police."
"No, no, no!" The man reached out to snatch the phone, but Feng Yi dodged it.
The woman standing next to him stammered, "Uh... this... that... we... it's all a misunderstanding!"
