There was a small forest on the edge of the meadow, and one could see the end of it at a glance.
When the younger toddler Ling ran past the small forest, she discovered several children gathered together in front of her. She did not know what they were doing.
Ling walked over out of curiosity and saw the children throwing stones at a thin and frail child on the ground.
"Hand over the paper kite in your hand, or we'll beat you up."
"That's right. Hurry up and give us the paper kite!"
The thin and frail child hugged the paper kite in his arms tightly and shook his head helplessly. "This is mine. I will never give it to you."
"Hmph! If you don't give it to us, we'll snatch it."
Those few children pounced on the child and tore the paper kite in his hand.
Ling, who was standing not far away, frowned when she saw this. "You bad guys! You can't snatch other people's things!"
