Yang Xing watched from the side, the corner of his mouth twitching. That guy Xue Rui had suddenly slapped Qian Huabiao on the shoulder and, before Qian Huabiao could react, snatched the money away.
Xue Rui looked at the hundred-yuan bill, now missing a small corner, and felt a strange pang of distress. He frowned at Qian Huabiao and said, "Why were you holding it so tight? Great, now it's torn."
Xue Rui was just trying to distract Qian Huabiao. He had known Qian Huabiao for years and understood his personality; he had almost never seen him get truly angry, let alone like he was today.
Qian Huabiao was stunned by Xue Rui's shamelessness. 'If you hadn't snatched it, how would it have gotten torn?' he thought.
He yelled at the top of his lungs, "And snatching money from my hand isn't illegal, you bastard?"
"I'm stopping you from committing a crime, so of course it's not a crime," Xue Rui said with a mischievous grin.
