Ye Yinzhu was always very resolute; he had naturally considered what Haiyang had said, that an arrow on the bowstring must be shot. Not to mention that this was not something he could decide alone, even if he did have the authority, he would have made the same choice.
Just then, a discordant voice suddenly erupted.
"You two little brats, where's the money you owe?" A beggar in his twenties, dressed in tattered clothes, ran over from not too far away and reached the two children in a few strides. He snatched the freshly acquired bun, which the sister hadn't even had a chance to bite into, and shoved it into his own mouth, cursing under his breath.
The sister among the little beggars timidly said, "Brother Feng, we haven't collected any money today. Only this kind-hearted gentleman gave us a few buns. You can take them if you want."
