"I, of course, serve the people," Xiaofan said with a smile.
"Only a ghost would believe that. Whenever I see you, you must have done something bad and been chased for three days and nights; otherwise, you wouldn't be so exhausted," Yang Xiaoya didn't believe Xiaofan's myth about serving the people and not causing them trouble.
"You shouldn't have been killed by someone else's lingerie, nor should you peek at others' lingerie. These days, you were caught and brought to the Police Station." Suddenly, Yang Xiaoya thought of a possibility that fit Xiaofan's style and explained why Xiaofan had disappeared for the last few days. The more he thought, the more reasonable it seemed.
Then he started staring at Xiaofan as if looking at a prisoner.
"Why do you always say I peek at other people's lingerie?" Xiaofan said to himself, feeling it was unfair.
