The cashier was still murmuring to herself as she took the cigarettes. "Please wait, Miss. We still need to talk this over before I send you to the police station."

"Sir, that will be 50 yuan."

"Can you tally up this young lady's as well? I'll pay for hers as well." Mo Han calmly fished for his wallet.

The cashier was shocked and stared back at him, displeasure evident on her face. "What? Saving the damsel in distress? Sheesh. What a waste of everyone's time. The total is 108 yuan, sir."

As Mo Han walked out carrying the bags, the girl followed behind him. She remained silent with her head bowed.

He stopped and leaned against a streetlight, turning his face to ask her, "Are you very afraid of going to the police station?"

"Yes," The girl replied, bowing her head low.

"So, you ran away from the car that day because you were frightened of going to the police station."

"Yes," The girl replied.

"Why did you steal the shop's items?"

She attempted to explain. "I didn't steal, I told her."

"Nobody permitted you to do so, and you didn't pay. This constitutes stealing according to the law," Mo Han replied logically.

The girl's voice was barely audible. "I'm hungry."

Mo Han let