"You're carrying a bag full of strange items, dressed so oddly, and then you don't even show your ID—how do we know you're not fugitives?"
"You're the fugitive!" Mo Siyu snapped, turning to look at Yu Zexiao, "Hey, I'm talking to you, take off your mask and glasses, and let these blind-as-bats people see who you really are! How dare they accuse little me of being a fugitive!"
Yu Zexiao, who was always quick-tempered, now stood facing the wall as if he had done something wrong, not saying a word.
The security guards beside them chuckled with arms crossed, "Give it up, we can tell what kind of people you are at a glance! We'll be sending you two to the police station shortly, discuss any problems with the officers there!"
"Hey! Xingxing, hurry up!" Mo Siyu was extremely agitated by these jerks. Especially since Yu Zexiao hadn't said a word since he arrived, not even letting out a fart, which was incredibly depressing!
To everyone's surprise, Yu Zexiao mumbled, "Don't want to."
