Magnet For Thieves
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Was he a magnet for thieves? Gao Peng seriously pondered this question.
He was sitting on the sofa. The three stupid thieves were kneeling in front of him. One of them were bowing their head in shame, sweat dripping off his eyebrows.
"Have we met before?" Gao Peng suddenly asked.
"How is that possible. Mister, you are overthinking it," the thief laughed awkwardly.
"...Mister?"
The thief shut up when he realized he'd said something wrong.
Gao Peng hadn't thought of it before, but the way this person called him mister made him realize who he was.
Wasn't this the person from the furniture store?
"I have to ask…" Gao Peng started to frown. "Why did you guys choose to break into my house? Do I look like one of those people who are dumb but have a lot of money?"
Flamy flapped its wings and laughed. It didn't know what it was laughing about.