The young boy widened his eyes, but he wasn't afraid.
Lu Bai's clothes were gently tugged by a white child whose innocent big eyes were full of purity and simplicity, as if he couldn't speak, gently pulling on Lu Bai's clothes, not daring to pull too hard, deeply afraid of angering Lu Bai, his eyes filled with naive ignorance towards the world.
Lu Bai glanced down at him, the boy quickly pulled him over and hid him behind himself, "It's none of my brother's business."
"He doesn't look like your brother," Lu Bai said.
One was black, the other white.
Lu Bai put down the gun and gave him the money in his hand, "Take it."
The black boy was especially astounded, a bit in disbelief at this windfall, holding the money, feeling as though he had won a lottery; Lu Bai took out a card from his wallet, "This card has no password, no limit, my phone number is on the back."
"Why?" the black boy asked in surprise.
