"I, I didn't do anything." Alexander feigned calmness, "I was just looking for my aunt's car, I want to go home now, let me go."
"Oh, let you go?" Asher Land sneered, "Hand over your phone first."
"Uncle, is this robbery? Why should I give you my phone!" Alexander struggled a bit, but he couldn't escape Asher Land's grasp, "Let me go, or I'll call the police."
Call the police?
"Oh, in this way, you're quite like your mom." An inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of Asher Land's lips.
He remembered their first meeting with Sophie Smith; he just wanted to mess around with her, but the woman kept yelling about calling the police.
"Of course, my mom taught me to call the police when I meet bad people, you bad guy, let me go!"
"No manners at all." Asher Land snorted lightly, released Alexander, and reached over to grab his backpack, taking out the phone.
Opening the photo gallery, sure enough, there was something very unfavorable to him inside.
