"Young lady, you're pretty, please have mercy and give us some food."

The mother pointed to her slightly protruding belly as she spoke, "This baby in my belly is only two months along. After she's born, I'll definitely make her thank you all."

Lu Sheng sneered, "What does your pregnancy have to do with me? Does this child have any shares in my company?"

“You are college students, kind-hearted people, you certainly wouldn’t watch us go hungry.”

The child's mother paused for a moment, then tugged at the boy's clothes, gesturing for him to go and beg Lu Sheng, "Quickly say thank you to your sister."

The brat glared fiercely at Lu Sheng, about to spit on her, when Lu Sheng slapped him across the face.

Why are you hitting him! He's just a child!

Lu Sheng lowered his eyes slightly, "A child with good manners is a child; a child without good manners is a little beast."

The old woman let out a wailing cry, pulled her precious grandson into her arms, and shouted at the top of her lungs, "The college student is hitting someone!"

"You hurt my precious grandson! This isn't over until you pay for two bags of rice!"

After saying that, the old lady lay down across Lu Sheng's doorway, saying, "You're a college student, aren't you afraid of being gossiped about behind your back? You're even going to beat this old bone of mine!"

The child's mother also joined in, feigning tears, saying, "College students are heartless! They'd rather watch us starve than give us a single bite of food."

Annoyed by their noise, Lu Sheng drew his Persian sword and swung it at them.

The old woman, who had been pretending to be dead, suddenly rolled two meters away, her face turning deathly pale. "Murder...murder!"

"Don't try to morally blackmail me. I have no morals, so you can't blackmail me at all."

Lu Sheng plunged a knife into the wall above the old woman's head and said coldly.