"Fifth Sister, why are you taking photos?"
Seeing Xia Weibao taking pictures of the buyers of the bombs with her phone, Xia Chuyan was puzzled.
Xia Weibao turned her head and smiled, "Nothing, I was just worried they might hide them, so I took some photos."
Bombs are things that shouldn't be out in the open, or they could lead to tragedy.
After finishing, Xia Weibao dragged Xia Chuyan to the police station ahead of those nine people and reported them.
They received one hundred thousand yuan reward in the police station.
As they walked out of the station, Xia Chuyan's face was flushed; she couldn't help it; she was too thin-skinned.
"Fifth Sister, is it really okay for us to do this?"
Clearly, they were the ones who sold the bombs to those people, and now they are turning the tables on them. It's so embarrassing.
Xia Weibao shrugged, "What's wrong with it? Do you want those bombs to get out and hurt people?"
