But why would the braided man bother with Wang Mingzhe? He just forgot about it as soon as he turned around.
"How many days has it been?" Hao Jian asked, frowning.
"Today is already the seventh day!" the person replied.
"Why didn't you report to the police?" Jiang Yutong asked, puzzled.
Hearing this, the thieves looked at each other, their expressions odd.
"What's the matter?" Jiang Yutong didn't understand why these people wore such expressions. Had she said something wrong?
"Sister, they're all thieves, you're asking them to go to the police, isn't that like walking into a trap?" Hao Jian said, unable to suppress a laugh.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yutong also suddenly realized, remembering that these people were thieves.
"Do you know this Spice Ginger Twelve?" Hao Jian couldn't help but ask Brother Spice Ginger, who knew more people and shortcuts in Hua City than he did.
