They pleaded, with faces as gray as death, and in stark contrast to them were the people picking up the fruit, all beaming with joy, oblivious to their expression, as if they had found treasure.
From a distance, people sporadically continued to join the fruit-picking crowd.
Xiao Han opened the car door and walked over.
Seeing another person approaching, the three young men looked terribly upset. They had called the police, but they also knew deep down that it was no use; nothing could compensate their losses. The crowd acted with impunity, not even the police seemed to care much.
They had seen such incidents on the news before, but they had never imagined it happening to them.
Xiao Han came over, but unlike what they had expected, he didn't start picking fruit. He fixed his gaze on some people and grabbed an older woman, asking, "What are you doing?"
The woman, grabbed by him, immediately became agitated and said irritably, "Let go, don't hold me up from picking fruit."
