It's a Black Shop?

The Black Shop?

Jiang Lin stood aside and looked at Lin Xiaoye and the group. He didn't know whether to be happy or sad at the moment.

"Catch the thief, catch the thief …"

Suddenly, a voice broke their somewhat sorrowful atmosphere.

Lin Xiaoye and Jiang Lin looked over in the blink of an eye and saw a familiar face holding two buns in her hand. Steamed Bun rushed in front of her with his mouth full. Behind her was a skinny man who chased after her while shouting.

Jiang Lin immediately looked over. "Isn't that A Lan?"

Lin Xiaoye nodded. "I didn't expect her to still be alive."

This was really what she wanted to say the most. After coming to Capital City, she actually dared to steal something. Was she not afraid of being beaten to death?

At this moment, Old Hu and co., who were nearby, also saw it and immediately walked over: "Lil 'Ye, did I see wrongly?" That's A Lan? " Sister-in-Law Hu asked.