"...That's the situation. This kid snatched my brother's wallet, and I caught her to get it back. Then two groups of people showed up to intercept us—it's obviously a gang operation."
Just as Jiang Yan finished speaking, the flower-selling girl brought in with them shouted loudly, "That's not true! He gave me the wallet himself; they used it to buy flowers."
Three grown men buying flowers?
And gave you the wallet? There's over two thousand in there, all to buy your few wilted flowers?
Jiang Yan didn't even need to say anything before the police officer voiced his reproach, "Shut up!"
After scolding the little girl, an older, overweight police officer said with difficulty, "Although it's a wallet snatching, this child is not even ten years old, and those four are also under eighteen. This doesn't constitute..."
"Doesn't constitute what?"
Leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed, Yu Heng sneered, "Are you suggesting that because they're young, we should let them go?"
