Qiao Yun seemed to sense something, pausing mid-step, her brows furrowed as she thought about looking back.
Before she could take any action, a pair of large hands suddenly covered her mouth, followed by a hoarse and deep voice from behind, "Don't move, this is a robbery."
Qiao Yun: "..."
Qiao Yun, with an expressionless face, thought to herself, what should one normally do in this situation?
Oh.
Firstly, one should shout for help.
But with her mouth covered, calling for help was out of the question.
So, she reached into her pocket, felt around for her phone, and obligingly handed it backward.
After a long while, there was still no one taking it from her.
Qiao Yun pushed it forward a bit more, signaling to hurry and take it—wasn't this a robbery? I'm being so cooperative, so why aren't you taking it?
"..."
"Pfft."
