Just as the train crawled along the tracks for a few dozen meters, how did that little girl transform from a benevolent apple-giving queen into a pitiable Snow White?
Before the two youngsters could react, they rushed towards Xiao Xian like eagles preying on a chicken—there were thirty thousand in "blood and sweat money" in their bags.
"What are you doing, don't move," the male conductor raised his voice to stop the two, warily pulling out his walkie-talkie.
"Comrade, that kid snatched our waist pack," Blue Hair couldn't wait to smash the apple onto the grimacing face that Xiao Xian was making. This old and the young, how could they be so difficult to serve. One knows martial arts, and the other knows tricks, they couldn't possibly be escapees from a circus.
