Seeing Qin Yiren with a stern little face, unresponsive.
The bratty kids, emboldened, shook her scarf and sunglasses, blatantly extorting: "Miss, give us a hundred bucks, or these things are ours!"
Qin Yiren gently pursed her lips, refusing to succumb to the threats of these little bullies, and took out her phone to pretend to make a call: "Okay, you're not afraid of the police, huh? Then I'll ask them to teach you!"
Upon hearing her dialing, the group of bratty kids still giggled, seemingly accustomed to such antics.
The child caught by Qin Yiren was still a rookie, struggling helplessly, finally bursting into tears: "Grandma, the bad woman won't let me go, Grandma, come save me!"
Qin Yiren put down her phone, blinking in astonishment.
She thought the brats were lawless because their parents weren't around, yet their elders were present after all?
It really was.
With the child's piercing cries, the elderly woman eating seeds from afar stopped laughing.
