The security guard had already searched the person but found nothing. He turned to Zhou Xinyao and said, "Miss Zhou, there's indeed nothing on him, just a phone, and it's his own."
Zhou Xinyao stepped forward. "How is that possible?" She then questioned the person, "Tell me, where exactly did you hide my stuff?"
The scene didn't resemble catching a thief but rather an ancient interrogation. Fortunately, they were in a corner, not many people around, or it would have caused a commotion.
The caught person was still angry. When he noticed the security guard let go, he immediately tidied his clothes. "Are you all nuts? I just said two words to you. You didn't even respond. What, are you some kind of princess that can't be spoken to?"
Zhou Xinyao frowned, not caring what he said, "Hurry up and hand over my stuff, or I'll call the police right now."
