The tricycle driver searched over and over again, almost flipping over the green stone slabs laid on the street, yet he still couldn't find his electric tricycle.
"Haha, serves you right," at the street corner, stood two people holding bags of hazelnuts, eating and clapping their hands while laughing.
The tricycle driver looked closely and hadn't recognized the two people yet. Listening to their voices, he understood, "It's you two! Just now, huh, it's you two again, if I don't teach you a lesson today, I'm not hanging around this area anymore." The tricycle driver, having lost his vehicle and thus his source of income, was infuriated and raised his fists, ready to strike.
"Go ahead and hit us, this is a public place, look how many people across the street are watching us, hit us, and you'll be in prison tomorrow," Zhang Yiyi was not afraid of him.
