Ye Lan looked down at the lone bicycle handlebar left in his palm, let out a startled "Ah!" and flung it to the ground.
"I don't know anything!"
He turned a piercing gaze on the White-Haired Guy lying on the ground, ready to stage an accident scam, and pointed at him. "It was him! It was all his fault!"
The White-Haired Guy was stunned. How could this man lie through his teeth like that?
Seeing Ye Xunzhi on the verge of cracking, he waved his hands frantically.
"No, no, no! It was over before I even started!"
"Are you saying it broke all by itself?!" Ye Xunzhi crouched down and sadly picked up the handlebar, her other hand gripping the White-Haired Guy's clothes tightly.
She let out a wail and wiped haphazardly at her face.
"My poor bike, what a horrible death! You bastard! You smashed my bike! Pay up!"
The young man's eyes widened. "I really didn't touch it! I swear!"
"Really?" Ye Xunzhi looked at him pitifully.
The young man nodded furiously. "Really, really!"
Ye Lan was about to step forward and tell the truth-he really hadn't touched it-when he heard his little sister's brazen, cold laugh.
[I don't care whether it's true. Running into me today means you've got eight lifetimes' worth of rotten luck!]
[Tremble, idiot! Trying to scam me was the worst decision you've ever made in your life. Today, I'm definitely squeezing some money out of you!]
Ye Lan sucked in a breath.
Ye Xunzhi's eyes curved into crescents. Just as hope rose in the white-haired young man's heart, her expression changed, and a sinister voice came from beneath her mask:
"Behave yourself and hand over all your money, or you're not going anywhere today."
"Th-this, you-fuck!"
The young man's pupils shook. What kind