After Mo Bolun walked away, the owner quickly reached into his pocket, pulled out a small gadget, pressed it lightly, and then quickly hid it again.
Mo Bolun picked up the little white dog with one hand, then looked at it and it seemed there was nothing unusual. It fell off with a slight touch. Why didn't it budge at all when I used so much force just now?
"Isn't there something fishy about this? Why can't I knock it down even with all my effort?"
Mo Bolun said, a bit frustrated.
"Young man, you need to look carefully. There's nothing on it, and others have knocked it off before. It's your problem, don't slander me, or I'll sue you."
The owner was evidently annoyed too. Why did this young guy out of so many people have to cause trouble?
"You..."
Mo Bolun suddenly found himself at a loss for words. He had looked earlier and indeed found nothing wrong. But he definitely hit it just now.
Thinking about this, Mo Bolun walked back dejectedly.
