On this day, Ye Chen got up early and rode his bicycle around the capital.
"Someone help, catch the thief!"
Ye Chen was pushing his bicycle, strolling on the street, when suddenly he was startled by a loud cry; a thief had appeared on the streets of the capital.
"I'm just taking a casual stroll, what are the odds of running into a thief?" Ye Chen thought, a vein throbbing on his forehead.
"Young man, you're so handsome, with such a great figure and such a good temperament. How can you be walking here and not go catch the thief?" An old lady approached Ye Chen, lavishing him with praise and hinting that he should act bravely and righteously.
"Old lady, my back has been bad for two days. Although I want to step in when I see injustice, I just can't do it at the moment," Ye Chen said, holding his lower back.
"No need to explain, I understand now. You're nothing but a scoundrel in fine clothes, not a good person at all!" The old lady said disdainfully.
