"At that time, you weren't even a meter tall, skinny and small, practically all bones, and your clothes were just a pile of rags!
When I passed by, I happened to see you fighting a group of homeless people. You were covered in blood from head to toe, all for a bun!
But even then, there wasn't a hint of surrender on your face. Like a lone wolf, you kept counterattacking furiously, punching with your still very weak fists!
In your eyes, I didn't see any fear, as if you didn't know what fear was at all!"
At this point, the corners of Li Qingshan's mouth showed a hint of a smile:
"In the end, that group of homeless people was chased away by you. You finally kept the bun in your hand, but by then you were already on the verge of death!
At that time, I really felt very sorry for you, because I am your servant. I should have been protecting you, and I have the ability to let you live like a young master! But I let you scramble for food with a bunch of homeless people!"
Servant?
