School Hunk or Childhood Sweetheart?-Chapter 430 - 431: Girls are Trouble

Outside an ice cream shop, an old lady suddenly rushed over in a hurry.

She looked around frantically like a headless fly, grabbing anyone she could to ask, "Have you seen a bag? I’ve lost my bag, did you pick it up?" 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"Grandma, are you looking for this bag?" a crisp young voice rang out, and a sweet-looking little girl was seen pulling a bag out of her embrace to show the old lady.

"It’s mine." The old lady snatched it away and immediately opened the bag to check its contents in front of the girl.

"Grandma, I’ve been keeping it for you, nothing from your bag is missing," the little girl spoke in a soft, glutinous voice.

After the old lady finished checking the bag, she looked up at the girl before her and raised an eyebrow, "There was a hundred dollars in cash inside that’s now missing."

"Ah? But there was clearly no money inside?" the little girl blinked, speaking instinctively.

The old lady instantly acted as if she had caught the girl in the act, seizing her hand, "So, you opened my bag? That explains where my money went—it must have been taken by you. Return my money now."

"It wasn’t me, I didn’t take it," the little girl, still young, shook her head frantically when the old lady grasped her hand, frightened.

The old lady snorted coldly, "You admitted that you opened it yourself, who else could it be? Could the money in my bag grow legs and run away on its own?"

"But really, it wasn’t me, I didn’t take it," the little girl’s face turned red; she just wanted to see if she could find out who owned it and hadn’t taken any money from inside.

The old lady was not listening to her explanations, gripping her hand tightly, "Well, now I know where the money went—it must’ve been taken by you. Such a young age, and already you don’t know right from wrong, with unclean hands. Regardless, you must compensate me. If not, call your parents here, or else I’m going to your school to tell your teachers, and let everyone know you’re a thief."

More and more onlookers gathered around, and the little girl became so anxious her eyes turned red, "I didn’t, Grandma, I really didn’t take your money, there was no money in it when I found it."

"That’s impossible, I clearly put it in there myself, you must have taken it," the old lady insisted adamantly.

"Do you need help to call the police?" Suddenly, a clear, youthful, yet impatient voice sounded from the side.

The old lady’s tugging motion stopped immediately.

The little girl also lifted her eyes, red as a rabbit’s, to look over.

Sheng Ye, just out of class, was planning to buy some ice cream for his sister on the way.

He didn’t really want to meddle, but these people were blocking the entrance to the ice cream shop, preventing him from entering.

He didn’t want to push through them forcefully, which is why he spoke out impatiently.

Sheng Ye glanced at the girl in front of him, who was about his age, and calmly reminded her, "Since what this old lady is saying doesn’t match the bag’s contents, that means the bag isn’t hers. You can take it back and let the police handle it!"

Girls are such trouble; other than crying, they don’t know what to do.

Well, except for his sister.

Old lady: ...

The little girl’s eyes lit up, and she quickly retrieved the bag from the other’s hand, "Grandma, I’m sorry, I was mistaken, this bag probably isn’t yours."

"How could this bag not be mine?" The old lady was immediately unhappy, glaring at the boy who popped up from nowhere, "Go away, what’s it to you? I get it now, you two must be in cahoots." She then turned back to the girl, "This is my bag, now give it back to me at once."