The homeless man looked at the child in front of him, whose eyes were filled with a strong desire to survive. He felt somewhat relieved that the other party hadn't been injured at all in such a major disaster as the entire library collapsing.
The only injury he sustained was his fingers getting scraped and bleeding when digging out of the rubble.
"Child? Child!"
The boy, who had just been rescued, still seemed a bit dazed.
The homeless man waved his hand twice in front of his eyes, continuously shouting.
"Oh, oh, I'm fine, thank you." Wu Liang came to his senses and thanked the homeless man.
In fact, even without the homeless man, he was about to climb out of the debris, and judging from the torn clothing, the rubble all over his head, and various large and small wounds on him, it was clear that he had just crawled out of the wreckage himself.
