The money landing in the hands of this group of street kids is, of course, unlikely. Rain-like punches fell on him; he curled up his body, refusing to let go.
"I think he's just looking for death." Several people looked at his appearance, exchanged glances, and prepared to use a killer move.
"Beat him to death, beat him to death."
"Stop." A male voice halted the hands of this group of kids from falling again.
Several street kids saw an adult coming, exchanged a glance among themselves, and ran away.
"Don't run, give me back my money, give me back my money." These people are so annoying, not only did they steal his buns, but they also took his money.
Gu Yecheng watched him amusingly, thinking, at such a young age, he's such a little miser, nearly losing his life but still refusing to give up on getting his money back.
Lan Zhihui glanced at the newcomer, finding him somewhat familiar.
"You're Lan Shuixian's younger brother, right?" Gu Yecheng recognized him.
