"Harry, where are you going? The changing room is this way." The security guard pointed in the adjacent direction.
Previously, "Harry" seemed to have lost his way.
Arno, hearing this, instinctively reached to adjust his glasses—only to remember that Caroline had taken them away. He quickly changed the gesture to a nose touch and hurriedly said, "I know, I just planned to use the toilet."
The security guard shrugged, "There's a restroom inside the changing room."
"Ha... really, yes, there's one inside, hehe." Arno nodded.
"Harry!" Unexpectedly, the security guard suddenly stared at Arno, eyes unblinking, and stepped closer, "Could it be that you..."
"I... what about me?" Arno turned his head.
"Could it be you..." The security guard almost leaned over, making Arno instinctively step back until he was against the wall. Then the security guard suddenly said, "You aren't planning to sneak off and steal from the bar, are you?"
"Steal liquor?" Arno was taken aback.
