Don't You Know What You've Done?

"What are you doing!?"

The young man, whose one hand Su Xuan had handcuffed, was momentarily taken aback, and then he exclaimed, his words tinged with anger.

He raised his head abruptly.

"Why are you holding onto me?"

"Are you crazy? They all say you're a thief, do you want to shift the blame onto me?"

"I can't believe this..."

The young man's words hadn't been fully spoken when his nervous and angry emotions dwindled, and he saw the ice-cold handcuffs on his hand.

Those were...

Handcuffs, darn!

The young man's words stopped in his throat. He looked at Su Xuan with a gaze that carried a hint of fear.

His lips trembled, and he finally realized that the person in front of him was not someone he could casually scold...

What is that?

Those are handcuffs!

Can a normal person just take them out?