The man in the hoodie paused. "Sorry," he said. "I'm in a hurry."
After saying that, he started to walk away.
Lin Gantang did not let go. "I won't take up too much of your time. What's in your backpack? Is it convenient for me to take a look?"
The man blocked her hand, his expression unpleasant. "Who are you? You have no right to search my personal belongings."
"I'm the owner of the bookstore. I saw you hiding something in your bag just now." Lin Gantang picked up some cat fur from the zipper of his backpack and held it up in front of him.
The hooded man's eyes flashed. "What are you trying to say? Are you saying that I stole your things? Cat fur? Just now, the cats in the shop came to play and rubbed against my bag. Isn't that normal?"
He lifted his foot and strode away. Lin Gantang blocked him. "If you didn't steal anything, what are you so anxious about?"
"You have no evidence. What right do you have to make me stay?"
