The thief really did give the phone back to her friend and then run off.
Wasn't that what was supposed to happen?
Why was she the one who had to deal with this?
The man's refusal to admit what he'd done left the short-haired girl so furious she could hardly speak.
"Then why did you run?"
A thought suddenly struck the girl with the ponytail.
"If you didn't steal the bracelet, why did you run when we called out to you?"
"I had something to do."
The man answered with complete confidence.
"I suddenly remembered I had something urgent to take care of."
"So hurry up and let me go."
"If you make me late, you'll be held responsible."
"You!"
The girl with the ponytail took a deep breath.
"You're talking nonsense!"
"You clearly picked up the bracelet and didn't want to return it. When you saw us coming, you ran off!"
"What did you have to do?"
The short-haired girl tried to calm herself down.
It seemed she'd misunderstood things earlier.
What luck?
Today really was a day of bad luck for her!
"Why should I tell you?"
The man rolled his eyes.
"That's my private business."
"What right do you have to ask about my private business?"
"You—"
The short-haired girl was so angry she wanted to swear.
But she usually never cursed, and for a moment, she was at a loss for words.
She'd never met anyone so shameless before.
He, he...
"You're lying through your teeth!"
The short-haired girl finally managed to get the words out.
"You clearly took the bracelet!"
Once she'd said that first sentence, the rest came more easily.
"I saw it!"
She'd seen it clearly: the red cord sticking out of the man's hand at the