"Boss Jiang, don't worry about him. I'll give him the gift after he wakes up."
"This kid always likes to be lazy and hides away when he has nothing to do!"
He called Ma Xiaojun a lazy bum, and the children standing nearby looked at him secretly.
He looked at Jiang Manyue again, wanting to say something but stopping himself, as if he was afraid to speak, and quickly lowered his head.
"Really? Dean, can you take me to see him?" Qin Zhenbei immediately realized that something was wrong.
"The main reason we came here this time was to see Ma Xiaojun."
"What?" The dean seemed a little anxious, his eyes a little erratic.
"That's right, Dean, take us to see him!" Jiang Manyue's attitude was also very firm.
Seeing him hesitating and evading the question, she went straight to the next room.
"The dormitory is right here, right? Is he still sleeping?"
"Hey, wait a minute!" Yuanzi became a little anxious when he saw her going straight to the dormitory.
He quickly chased after him and tried to stop him: "His room is not very clean, Boss Jiang should not go there."
The dormitory looked very simple, with seven or eight bunk beds in one room.
More than a dozen children were crammed into the small room, and their beds and quilts were dirty.
This is where the children in the welfare home sleep. It’s not much better than a pigsty.
But Ma Xiaojun was not in the dormitory, a child suddenly said.
"Brother Xiaojun is not in the dormitory, he is in the punishment room!"
"Shut up!" The dean glared at the talkative child and raised his fist, wanting to hit him.
"What are you doing?" Qin Zhenbei grabbed his hand, frightening the child so much that he covered his head and shrank back.
Wang Baozhu pulled the child behind her and asked, "What's wrong with you, the dean? How dare you hit someone?"
"Ah, it hurts!" Yuanzi was naturally no match for Qin Zhenbei, and was pressed to the ground with his backhand.
Jiang Manyue didn't push open the door of the last room until she was instantly filled with an unpleasant smell.
The walls were black and moldy, and the ground was muddy.
Wearing only a pair of shorts and with his upper body bare, he huddled in a corner, shivering from the cold.
His emaciated body was covered with scars, as if he had just been severely beaten.
The person who heard the noise slowly raised his head and looked towards the door with weak eyes.
"Stop, stop hitting me. I won't dare run away again!"
His voice begging for mercy was heard, and the child was Ma Xiaojun.
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