The thief was really too young, probably only about fifteen or sixteen years old.
So young, why turn to thievery instead of doing something better?
This was hardly a respectable profession, and should he slip up and be caught, his ancestors for eighteen generations would likely feel disgraced.
Yang Xiao felt somewhat depressed inside. Had society these days truly degenerated to such an extent that people had lost the good morals of old?
At his age, he had still been studying in school.
"I told you to get out of the way, get out of the way, can't you hear?"
Yang Xiao's indifference had undoubtedly enraged the thief.
As he was about to collide with Yang Xiao, the thief once again screamed at the top of his lungs.
Regrettably, Yang Xiao remained unfazed, regardless of the thief's shouting, not budging an inch.
