The drunkard's cheeks were flushed from the wind. He said irritably, "You little girl, trying to cheat people at such a young age. This is my purse that I dropped, and you want to keep it for yourself. You're morally bankrupt, and the world is going to the dogs..."
Su Ruanruan felt uncomfortable from the strong smell of alcohol on his breath and quickly covered her nose and took two steps back.
Huo Yan stood to the side with his arms crossed, his expression indifferent, as if it were none of his business.
Su Ruanruan pinched her brow, feeling utterly annoyed.
Every time I run into him, nothing good ever comes of it. If I hadn't avoided him, I wouldn't have lost my purse.
She never expected Huo Yan to help her; it would be good enough if he didn't harm her.
I was just thinking about how to get my purse back as quickly and easily as possible.
Huo Yan, who had been keeping to himself, reached out his hand to the drunkard.
The implication is crystal clear.
The drunkard's back was already covered in a thin layer of sweat; he was truly intimidated by the tall, burly, and robust constable in front of him.
But there are eight taels of silver in this purse.
Eight ounces is no small amount.
"Um?"
Huo Yan's expression turned even colder, and his eyes showed a hint of displeasure.
Even Su Ruanruan could feel that the air pressure around her seemed to have dropped a few degrees.
The drunkard swallowed hard, and finally, with great reluctance, handed the purse to Huo Yan.
He lowered his head and said meekly, "Sir, this purse really is mine. If you don't believe me, open it and see. There are exactly eight taels of silver inside."
Huo Yan didn't even look up; he opened his purse and flicked it with his fingers.
A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips. "Eight ounces? You think I can't count?"
"roll!"
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