The little boy wanted to lunge at the clerk and snatch his phone.
The store manager immediately grabbed the boy.
"Don't move!"
The manager's voice was stern.
"If you don't want us to call the police..."
The manager looked at the child's anxious, flustered face. "Then turn out your pants pockets and let us take a look."
"It's just one pocket."
"Unless you're feeling guilty because there's really something in there..."
"Otherwise, I can't think of any reason you'd refuse."
Of course.
Was that really just letting him off easy?
The girl's voice cracked.
"Or should I hit him?!"
Every option was bad...
The girl's face was pale.
The manager didn't sound particularly threatening.
"Only you know about this."
"You should've thought of that before..."
That sound was like a switch being flipped...
Wasn't that proof he had a guilty conscience?
The manager nodded.
"Besides, if the police come and see you're alone, they'll definitely contact your parents."
Then they could discuss the compensation.
The manager frowned.
The girl was resisting too much.
The manager raised an eyebrow.
"Your parents don't know either."
He rubbed his neck.
All right.
"Wait!"
After being cooped up in the pocket for so long...
"I can't do anything about you."
"You don't need to tell him. The police can find your parents' contact information themselves."
He seemed to be spacing out.
He froze.
"So, you decide."
"Are you going to turn out your pocket for us now..."
"I..."
"Or should I call the police?"
The manager shot the clerk a glare.
"I'll show you."
Sheng Qingxing murmured.
"Call the police."
The manager reminded the girl.
After a few seconds of stunned silence, someone spoke.
"Don't try anything funny."
"You can turn out your pocket now."