"Stop pretending, you stole the phone!"
As he spoke, Ying Yue took a step forward, his right hand leisurely reaching towards the man with glasses—his movement seemed slow but was actually as fast as lightning.
By the time the man with glasses reacted, Ying Yue's hand had already landed on the leather bag tucked under his armpit.
"What are you doing?"
The man's face changed, and, clinging tightly to his bag while glaring at Ying Yue, he snapped, "Don't go too far, or I won't be polite anymore!"
"Hmph, hand it over!"
Ying Yue extended his finger and lightly tapped the man, who, in an instant, went rigid as if struck by lightning, his right arm naturally loosening.
Ying Yue reached out and grabbed the leather bag in his hand.
"Little brother, what are you doing, how can you behave like this?"
Seeing Ying Yue make a move, the girl's pretty face changed, scolding unhappily.
"This guy is going too far!"
"It's bad enough to slander, but to strike him as well!"