Three years ago
Xia Qianhe: Mr. Ye, you have something important with me. If you don't return my electric car to me, you will be unable to move, your life will be worse than death, and you will burst into tears.
Ye Chengge:......
Xia Qianhe: Don't say anything. Calling the police is useless. We all have hostages on each other's hands.
Ye Chengge: ... What did you steal from me?
Xia Qianhe: Your legs.
Three years later
Ye Chengge: Miss Xia, I have something in my hand that is related to your life. If you don't hand over your heart, you won't be able to see the sun tomorrow.
Xia Qianhe: Ah! You scoundrel, what did you steal?
Ye Chengge: Your contact lenses.