"Alright." Yangliang heard this and didn't stand on ceremony, quickly and decisively got into the police car and started the engine, waving at Lin Li to signal him to get in.
"This parting means we might not meet again easily, buddy, let me, Bai Bufan, give you a heartfelt piece of advice," Lin Li sighed deeply, his eyes moist, and before getting up, spoke to the thief:
"Remember, you can't buy happiness with money..."
The thief, originally curious and baffled about what this person intended to say, immediately lost interest when he heard another piece of philosophy, rolling his eyes.
—"Because you don't have money."
No lengthy preaching, just a crisp and neat half sentence, then Lin Li got into the police car, and it drove away in a flash.
Thief: "(;☉_☉)?"
Why is this philosophy like Western style—there's a knife in it?
Heartfelt advice? You're damn right, you are digging into my heart!
After saying this, the guy ran off, the thief felt like the other guy's being a jerk.
