After dealing with the burly man, Qiu Tong knelt down before the boy.
The boy's brow bone was broken, and his eyes were bloodshot. His hands were dripping with blood, his flesh all swollen. It was a terrifying sight.
Qiu Tong was shocked and handed her steamed bun to him.
"I'll give you mine."
The little boy ignored her and stared at the ground with clenched fists.
Qiu Tong wanted to pat his head. "Go ahead and eat. I'm here. I won't let them bully you."
The little boy cautiously leaned against the corner of the wall. Qiu Tong was close enough to hear that the little boy was breathing heavily.
She reached out to touch the boy's forehead. "You have a fever?"
The little boy had no strength to push her and scolded her in disdain, "Don't touch me! It's none of your business!"
He was really similar to Qiu Xingyuan.
Qiu Tong thought that since she had already gotten involved with him, how could she not care?
