A cute little leather ball rolled to the feet of a little boy. The little boy bent down to pick up the little leather ball. The next second, he was pushed to the ground by a sudden big hand, and the little leather ball in his arms was also taken away!
"Don't touch my little ball, you dirty guy!"
Standing in front of him was a plump boy about the same age as him. He stared at him with disdain and extreme disgust, as if he was something dirtier than a rag!
At this time, a group of little boys gathered around, their eyes were so disgusted and their faces were filled with disdain!
He hates that look! Hates that expression! He secretly clenches his fists with both hands
"Who is he?" the little boy on the side asked, tilting his head.
"Don't you even know him?" The chubby little boy looked at him in surprise.
"I don't know! I've never seen him before."
"You are so ill-informed! His mother is the meanest palace maid! My mother said that her mother was a vixen who seduced the emperor and gave birth to a bastard like him, and that's how she got her status today! Huh, vixen! Bah!" said the chubby little boy.
The boy spit on the little boy on the ground
"Ah, I remember," the little boy suddenly remembered something, "My mother also told me that his name is Murong Lie! My mother also said that her mother is a vixen! Those born from vixens are not good things, and we don't want them.
You’re playing with him! Let’s go!”
"Yes! Don't play with the vixen's son!" Everyone agreed, glared at him fiercely, and left with the little ball in his arms.
Murong Lie hugged his legs and huddled in a cold corner. He was so cold, so lonely, so lonely. All the children didn't play with him, and even his mother didn't have time to care about him. Why didn't everyone like him? Why did they all?
Looking at him with that disgusted look?
Just because his mother is a palace maid? Does everyone hate him? Are identity and status really that important? If so, then when he grows up, he must be a high-ranking person!