Upon hearing the word 'theft,' Chen Moxiang's eyes suddenly widened.
Her brows narrowed into slits, and she cast a cat-like stare at Lin Tian, smiling as she asked, "You're talking to a Security Management Institute member who fights criminals every day about stealing something. Don't you think you're like a 'mouse licking a cat's butt,' asking for death?"
Lin Tian lowered his head, turned away, and glanced at Chen Moxiang's backside, unsure of what he was thinking.
Of course, his gaze didn't escape Chen Moxiang's notice. Immediately, she extended her delicate hand and twisted the soft flesh on Lin Tian's waist, first to the left, then to the right, using a lot of hidden strength, causing him to grimace in pain.
Seeing Lin Tian's contorted face, Chen Moxiang burst into laughter, then quickly cleared her throat and stifled her smile.
As Lin Tian rubbed his aching waist, he said, "I knew you, Miss Chen, with your sense of justice, wouldn't agree to such a plan."
