At this moment, a middle-aged man selling steamed buns in front of him suddenly roared violently, waved the kitchen knife in his hand, and rushed into the crowd.
"You damn boy, how dare you steal your uncle's steamed buns? I asked you to steal it, I asked you to steal it..." The ferocious voice and ferocity could not be blocked even by the noise on the street.
Immediately, the crowded street gave way to a thoroughfare.
Liuyue happened to be walking here and glanced sideways at this.
I saw half a young man in front of me, who looked to be eleven or twelve years old. He was dressed in rags, his hair was as messy as a chicken coop, and he was so dirty that it was almost impossible to tell his true appearance.
At this time, the dark hand held two white and steaming steamed buns, and rushed towards this direction without choosing the right path.
While running wildly, he didn't forget to stuff buns into his mouth.
He was obviously extremely hungry.
Liu Yue glanced at him and turned back with no expression.
She would not think that by rushing forward and buying these two buns for the boy or giving him some money, she was doing a good deed and showing her kindness.
She is not kind, she only knows the rules of survival.
Holding the horse, Liu Yue, Xuanyuan Che and Yun Zhao ignored it. None of the three people were overly sympathetic.
Not wanting them to ignore him, the little beggar still ran towards them.
Within a few seconds, he bumped into Xuanyuan Che who was walking outside.
"I'm going to run away. If you dare to steal my steamed buns, I'll chop off your hand to see if you still dare..." The steamed bun shop owner followed him and he raised the kitchen knife in his hand and rushed towards him with a ferocious look on his face.
The little beggar had already rushed in front of Xuanyuan Che. The road in front of him was blocked by Xuanyuan Che's horse, and his eyes suddenly bulged out of anxiety.