My wallet was stolen on the subway.
After the thief succeeded, he turned around and squeezed into the crowd.
I didn't chase him, I just shouted softly in the crowded carriage:
"Dad, don't run away, Mom wants you to go home for dinner!"
Everyone in the car looked at him.
His face turned red and he turned around and yelled at me: "What are you talking about? Who is your father?"
I sighed, looked at the entry [Identity: Thief] floating above his head, and clicked lightly.
It was changed to [Identity: My long-lost biological father].
The next second, he rushed towards me with tears streaming down his face, hugging my legs and crying loudly: "Son! Dad has finally found you!"
