Director Wu's words were full of anger, and the thief who was stuck in his seat couldn't help but shiver. The sweat on his head flowed more happily, and the expression on his face became more painful.
"Director Wu, this guy didn't come to steal from boss Yuan. It was boss Yuan who found him stuck here." Huang Ling hurriedly explained.
After all, if she didn't say anything, director Wu would have taken off her shoes and climbed up to drag her down.
"Ah?" Director Wu and the aunties who were helping to carry the patient were all stunned.
"You didn't steal from boss Yuan? It's stuck here?" Director Wu stood up, looked at the thief, and thought about it seriously.
"He really didn't steal my shop." Yuan Zhou nodded his head.
"I know. This thief must be here to steal from painter Wu. I heard that his paintings are worth a lot of money." The middle-aged woman who got up early to buy vegetables immediately said.
