The little girl knelt in front of the young man in the Daoist robe and held the money she had just picked up on the ground in her palm again. She handed it to the young man in the Daoist robe and grabbed his Daoist robe with one hand, begging continuously.
"Yin Yin, get up quickly. Cough, cough… Let's go back."
Beside her, the little girl's mother was also heartbroken when she saw this. If Yin Yin had not been so young and she could not bear to let her daughter live alone, she would have died long ago.
"Damn it, get lost! You're dirtying my clothes!"
The young man's expression was cold and there was no pity in his eyes. He glared fiercely at the little girl and raised his hand to slap her.
"Stop!"
Nearby, Long Zhiming's expression changed when he saw this. He shouted and prepared to charge, but it was too late.
The young man in the Daoist robe was about to hit the little girl.
