"Hm?" The man raised his eyebrow leisurely, with a smile that was halfway between a smirk and a grin, "Help you with what?"
Dazhao's mind went blank.
Is there anything more awkward than getting caught stealing a car just as its owner returns?
Dazhao thought, no.
But he's a hooligan; he's shameless.
So he let out a crooked smile, looking the man up and down with ill intentions, then spoke with a threatening tone: "Yo, perfect timing, this is a stick-up! Hand over the keys, this car is ours now!"
Bai Su, with one hand in his pocket, turned his refined and graceful face to the side and spoke in a languid and leisurely voice, "Little brother, someone's trying to rob me, he's so fierce I'm a little scared."
Next to him, Rong Zhi was preparing to put on a helmet: "..."
She glanced at Dazhao casually, speaking indifferently: "Haven't seen you in a few years, you've become quite capable."
That unique voice.
That wilderness-like tone.
Dazhao was momentarily dazed.
