Yao Ye was following Jun Ye's orders, bringing familiar people with him to prevent the next step where Lu Huan might be wrongfully accused. It was apparent that the party who called the police was acting arrogantly, insisting on pushing Lu Huan, the little friend, into a desperate situation.
"What was lost?" Yao Ye had not heard clearly over the phone and asked Jun Ye first after arriving on the scene.
"A wallet." Jun Ye's eyebrows arched coldly and he snorted, "Do I believe my brother would be that stupid? Even if he did steal a wallet, who would be foolish enough to hide it under their own bed to be caught red-handed with the goods?"
Such an obviously framed case, yet the school's teachers did not harbor any doubts. As it happened, the case was handled by Lu Huan's university counselor and dormitory head.
"Who called you?" Considering the situation, Yao Ye thought it strange if the teacher who informed Jun Ye right away sided with the victim of the theft.
