The clerk reached for the child's trouser pocket.
However, the little boy struggled fiercely.
Throwing punches and kicks.
The clerk couldn't get close to the little boy for a while.
In particular, the little boy's words made a lot of sense...
"What are you trying to do?!"
"You have no right to search me."
"Let go of me!"
"You're bad people!"
"You're bullying a child!"
Why should I apologize?
Who still cared about that older girl stealing something from outside his shop?
The store manager felt a little troubled. "Be a little more tactful."
"Didn't you hear me?!"
"Then you can have the manager apologize to him..."
I should have stayed quiet.
Wha-
"If he didn't steal anything, why is he running?"
The crowd's condemning looks and verbal accusations left the manager stiff all over.
The manager took a deep breath.
"He hasn't even handed over the item..."
He darted out like a rabbit.
"Trying to run?"
Otherwise, the focus of the matter might very well shift to...
"Wait!"
"...He can go home earlier, too."
"If you have something to say, say it properly."
Don't...
"Call the police."
A small figure sprinted out.
The manager looked at the clerk.
"Sounds like..."
No matter what, the other party was a child.
The manager grabbed the older girl with his other hand.
The clerk stumbled slightly as he ran toward the shop.
"At such a young age, he's already stealing and lying—"
"Right, little friend, are you alone?"
After the manager finished explaining what had happened.
Soon, murmurs arose.
"What are you doing?"
Even a child's words had been enough to bluff that boy.
The older girl hadn't gotten lost but had come out to play by herself. To him, that was a good thing.
"Move a