"Where's my phone?"
"Where's my wallet?"
Suddenly, it was not just one person but two or three people blowing up, discovering their belongings had gone missing.
"It was him, this young man with short hair, I just saw him stealing," Wang Yuxuan pointed at the young man and said.
"Beauty, don't think I won't speak up because you're beautiful. What evidence do you have?" the young man said angrily; after all, Wang Yuxuan had singled him out, infuriating him greatly, so naturally, his tone was not pleasant.
"The evidence is on you. If you dare to show us your bag and pockets, you can clear your name."
"Beauty, who do you think you are? Are you a cop? You think I'll show you just because you want to see?" the young man snorted coldly.
"Not daring to show it means you have a guilty conscience."
"I'm not going to bother with you, I'll get off at the next stop."
