People scattered, revealing a trembling girl in the crowd. Tang Ye frowned at the sight, his eyes filled with a somber chill.
"A bunch of waste!" He spits out before shifting his gaze back to the view outside the window. The corner of his eye, though, noticed Brother Zhang constantly fixing his gaze on the girl.
The uniform the girl was wearing was too big for her, the pockets on both sides visibly bulging. Whether her hands were stuffed inside or something else was unclear.
One thing was certain, apart from the half piece of bread she gave to Tang Ye, she hadn't eaten the other half. Yet, Tang Ye discarded that thought quickly.
Greed flashed in Brother Zhang's eyes, his gaze never strayed from the girl's uniform pockets. Whispers floated from the spectators nearby, quiet but distinct to Tang's super-sensitive ears.
"This little girl always takes a bite and stores the rest, this has been going on for days! Do you think she has stored a lot in her pocket?"
