"Are you okay?" Seeing the child beaten so badly, Ye Feng reached out his hand to ask.
The child, who had been trembling, upon hearing Ye Feng's voice, looked up.
Seeing all the bullies who were bullying him knocked down, he stood up with a face full of questions.
This child was carrying a bag containing items he was selling, holding one in his hand, seemingly ready to pitch it.
Ye Feng glanced at what the child was holding; it was a pretty little handmade craft, probably meant to make a bit of hard-earned cash.
But even so, he was still bullied by those thugs, who were simply inhumane.
"Thank you!" Seeing that it was Ye Feng who fought off the thugs, the child quickly expressed his gratitude.
"What's happened to you? Don't you have any family?" Seeing the child's pitiful state, Ye Feng asked in confusion.