The little thief's angry curses echoed through the sky, startling the birds resting on the eaves and causing them to flutter away.
An Yiqing was not affected in the slightest by the thief's anger; she looked at him with a smile, her gaze full of mockery.
"You're Xuanjin people, yet you've brought disgrace abroad. Of all the things to steal, why steal from your fellow countrymen?" An Yiqing reached down to pick up the stone, "Why do you want to grab it? Who told you to snatch it?"
The little thief agilely flipped over, grimacing as he half-sat against the wall, rolling his eyes fiercely at An Yiqing.
"You little girl, you hit people so hard? Be careful, you'll never marry!" He twisted his arm, pain instantly shooting to his forehead with cold sweat, "If this hand is ruined, I'll never let it go! Damn it! My hand!" This was his bread and butter! The thief lamented internally.
