Looking at the sock that was pulled out, Li Yan coughed: "What's the big deal? It's just a sock!"
Wen Qianyi's mouth curled into a beautiful arc: "It's just a sock! Today those armed terrorists also had socks over their heads. You've got the same prop as them; could be a mole suspicion!"
"What are you doing?" Wen Qianyi shrank her foot back.
"I'm checking if you're wearing socks. Seems like you are too! So don't you also have a sock prop?" Li Yan said leisurely, "Your reasoning's too far-fetched. It's like a murder weapon; every man has one. We can't suspect every man and confiscate their tools just for that, can we?"
Wen Qianyi wasn't easily fooled. With a smile, she retorted to Li Yan's rebuttal: "I'm a woman; wearing socks is normal. You're a man; why do you have a sock in your pocket? Pull up your pant leg, let me see. If you're wearing socks too, I'll concede!"
Li Yan was speechless: "..."
"Alright, what are you trying to prove?"
