Right now, Lin Tian quickened his pace, and suddenly urgent footsteps sounded behind him. He turned his head to see that the small boy who begged in the morning was running toward him in panic, still clutching the broken bowl...
The small boy was possibly too hurried to watch his step, and he tripped over a stone, stumbling and falling harshly to the ground. The broken bowl in his hand flew far away, smashing into pieces on the ground, with the money inside scattering everywhere.
Even in such a state, the small boy couldn't bother with the aching pain that came after falling, and quickly came to the place where the broken bowl shattered, with his small hands swiftly gathering the scattered money into his pockets.
It seemed that money, filthy as it was, was more important than his life.
Lin Tian wanted to step forward to help him, but at this moment, a young man with curly hair appeared behind the small boy.
