As for calling the police, how could Hu's mother have the guts? She clearly knew that the brat was the culprit, but how could they explain the brat's identity?
Mrs. Hu shuddered and could only accept her bad luck in the end.
Hu Yuanzhi, despite his young age, kept all of this in his heart. He thought to himself: All of this happened at home today because of that good-for-nothing. One day he will catch her and give her a good beating.
Lu Qingyan dragged her heavy bag step by step along the path at night. The winter wind was blowing coolly, and Lu Qingyan felt very cold, so she took out a coat and put it on.
However, Lu Qingyan was only wearing a single layer of clothing, so the chill wasn't dispelled, it was only slightly reduced. After thinking for a moment, she put on another layer.
A small child carrying such a large bag walking down the street at night is bound to attract attention. Seeing that no one was around, a few people approached and blocked Lu Qingyan's path: "Little girl, what's in your bag? Give it to me."
"No!" Lu Qingyan clutched her bag tightly, her round eyes glaring fiercely at them. But because of her young age, she wasn't particularly fierce; instead, she looked rather cute.
Having endured years of hunger, food was the most important thing to Lu Qingyan. Her bag was filled with steamed buns, and she absolutely couldn't let them take them away.
"Little brat, don't be so tactless here." As they spoke, they tried to snatch Lu Qingyan's bag. Lu Qingyan was caught off guard and was pushed and shoved, falling to the ground.
The contents of the bag spilled out, and instead of the cash or other valuables they had expected, they found white steamed buns.
The leader scoffed, "Tch, I thought it was something valuable that they were protecting so tightly, but it's just steamed buns. Is it really worth treating these things like treasures?"
As he spoke, he stepped on the fallen, white steamed bun, instantly changing its color.
"No, no!" Lu Qingyan cried as she lunged forward, biting the man's leg.
"You're insane!" the man cursed, kicked Lu Qingyan aside, and quickly called his friends and fled with a group of people.
Although the person he encountered today was just a minor lunatic, lunatics are very scary, so he should stay away from them.
Lu Qingyan lay on the ground, feeling even colder, and her body ached. It wasn't the spot where the person had kicked her that hurt, but every part of her body that had been hit that ached.
No, we have to pick up those steamed buns; we can't let others step on them anymore.
Lu Qingyan struggled to her feet and slowly picked up the steamed buns, ignoring all the sounds around her.
When those warm hands reached out, Lu Qingyan was somewhat stunned.
The man looked very young, probably around the same age as when I died in my previous life. However, he was different from me. He was dressed smartly, with a warm smile on his lips, and picked up the remaining steamed buns: "Here you go, little friend."
Lu Qingyan put the steamed buns back in their containers. She looked at the one that had been stepped on and crushed, a hint of regret on her face.
The man laughed and said, "No, don't pick that up, you can't eat it."
Lu Qingyan looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of longing and wariness.
He chuckled and introduced himself, "My name is Rong Xu."
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