Sheng Leyun chuckled and spoke again, asking the driver to act as a witness. She told everyone who had lost something to line up and claim their belongings. Only those who could correctly describe their items would get them back!
Surprisingly, no one argued. They all obediently formed a line to claim their things.
The pickpockets, hidden among the passengers, had mixed feelings. 'To think a little girl sees things more clearly than we do.'
The truth was, their hearts would pound in their chests whenever they were stealing, terrified of being discovered. Afterward, checking the loot was like opening a mystery box. That feeling—a mix of anxious anticipation, crushing disappointment, or sudden joy—was intoxicating.
Of course, when it came to spending the money, they had no appreciation for hard work and spent it lavishly. No matter how much they had, it never lasted them a month. And so, they would return to this filthy, dead-end trade.
