At first, Jiang Siming did not pay much attention. After all, everyone had something urgent to attend to, and there was no harm in letting the man go first.
But after cutting in line, the man stood motionless behind Wang Xinyi. He was holding a handbag and slowly climbed the escalator, drawing closer to Wang Xinyi above him.
Because of her large belly, Wang Xinyi could not wear trousers or anything similar. She was dressed in maternity clothes—a long skirt.
Wang Xinyi had deliberately chosen a very long skirt to avoid exposing herself while going up and down stairs.
It should have been fine, but the man in front of them was acting very suspiciously.
Jiang Siming fixed his gaze on him.
The handbag in the man's hand kept inching toward the hem of Wang Xinyi's skirt. There was a tiny hole in the bag, and a faint light shone through it.
Just as the bag was about to reach her, the man's body began to tremble slightly with excitement.
But at that moment, a hand suddenly seized him by the neck and forcibly dragged him back.
"Fuck! What are you doing?"
His plan had been ruined just as he was about to succeed. The man turned around and glared viciously at the person who had grabbed him.
But when he turned around, he saw a pair of eyes as cold as those of a god of slaughter.
He was so terrified that his soul nearly flew out of his body, and cold sweat drenched his back.
"Boys, is something the matter?"
The corners of Jiang Siming's mouth twitched into a smile. But that smile only made the man even more terrified.
"What's in the bag?" Jiang Siming asked.
"N-Nothing." The man answered evasively.
"Open it." Jiang Siming's tone was