Seeing that Yang Yifeng was relentless, the stallholder tried to break free from his grasp, but how strong was Yang Yifeng? How could a small stall owner like him possibly be a match for Yang Yifeng? After struggling a few times without success, the stallholder had no choice but to say, "Buddy, I know you mean well, but there are many things in this world that can't be achieved with just a kind heart!"
"I'm willing to give it a try!" Yang Yifeng said, looking into the owner's eyes with determination, "Boss, you're a local, you must know more than I do. Just tell me, what exactly is going on here?"
"What's going on?" The stallholder glanced at Yang Yifeng, then nodded towards the direction of the little beggars and said, "You came from the sports complex too, you must've seen plenty of these kids along the way. Haven't you noticed why there are so many beggars gathered here, and also that almost all of them are children, and furthermore, all of them are disabled children?"