Yan Xia became addicted to it, eating one bite after another.

On the bustling street, four women were leisurely strolling around, each holding a candied hawthorn skewer.

Before she even got home, Yan Xia had already finished all the candied hawthorns in her hand. She threw away the bamboo skewers and took the handkerchief that Xiao Ji handed her to wipe her hands.

But the next second, a little beggar picked up a bamboo skewer and licked it again and again.

There were still some sugar residues on the bamboo skewers.

The little beggar didn't even look up, as if he were eating some delicious food.

"You brat! I told you to go beg for money, and what did you do? Enjoy yourself here? I'll beat you to death—"

The little beggar hadn't finished licking the sugar residue off the bamboo skewer.

A burly man rushed over and kicked the little beggar to the ground.

The little beggar clutched his stomach, crying in pain.

Yan Xia frowned deeply.

Judging from her voice, she seems to be a young girl?

He looked so thin and bony, not even as big as a stray dog, no more than five years old. How could he withstand such a beating?

"stop!"

She saw the man trying to kick her again.

Yan Xia quickly stepped forward, grabbed the man's arms, twisted them behind his back, and subdued him.

The man screamed in pain. "Ouch, let me go! Who the hell are you?"

"Hmph? Who am I? I'm your ancestor!" Yan Xia sneered.

Before the man could utter a curse, Yan Xia kicked him seven or eight meters away.

The man grimaced in pain; if he hadn't been so strong, he probably would have vomited blood. He was clever enough to know he couldn't beat Yan Xia, so he didn't fight her head-on and simply slunk away, clutching his stomach.