"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" Yu Zexiao was speechless, but with strangers present, he dared not raise his voice—his voice was truly unique and highly recognizable. As soon as he opened his mouth, even if his face couldn't be seen, his voice would surely give him away.
Mo Siyu had also never experienced being taken to a 'little black room' like this and was momentarily flabbergasted. The two beleaguered men looked at each other, confused. Meanwhile, a few store employees who had arrived with security were whispering among themselves, "These two really have a death wish, coming here to steal!"
"They might be vandals! Look at him, he just doesn't look like a good person!" said one employee, casting a disdainful look at Yu Zexiao, who wore sunglasses and a mask under a hooded sweatshirt, pointing and gesturing at him!
