Qiao Xia, holding her glass, chased after him, "Why are you running?"
If you are not guilty, why would you run?
He must be feeling terribly guilty. So what was he taking photographs for?
Qiao Xia could no longer bear it, she had to catch up and take back the photograph; people like him are just looking for trouble. Who knew that the chase would lead her all the way to the beach, and she still hadn't caught the man? Qiao Xia was extremely annoyed.
This man ran as if he were a hundred-meter sprint champion, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
Qiao Xia was gasping for breath.
"Mrs. Mu, what a coincidence, we meet again." Elson came walking over with a smile, his hair damp from just coming out of the sea, looking at Qiao Xia with a smile that was brimming with charm.
"Just call me Qiao Xia." She always found 'Mrs. Mu' rather odd-sounding.
"Qiao Xia!" Elson agreed pleasantly, "I saw you chasing a man, did he steal something from you?"
"Ah, yes."