He remembered very clearly that when he went out, he didn't bring his wallet at all. Yet now, a wallet had somehow appeared here; he really couldn't explain this matter.
"See that? Didn't you say you never stole a wallet? Isn't this, isn't this a wallet?"
As he spoke, he suddenly reached in deeply, and then he firmly grasped the man's hand in his own.
"I'm telling you, I'm not done with you over this. Right now, I'm taking you straight to the police station. Driver, head directly to the police station."
"No, I, I didn't take your stuff."
"Still denying it? Now, with both the eyewitness and physical evidence here, all these people are watching—what do you have to say now? Haha, who would have thought that someone with glasses looking all prim and proper could actually be such a disgraceful figure?"
"Sorry, driver, I have an urgent matter, I need to get off."
