As Mo Yan passed by, she glanced over and saw a small beggar, about five or six years old, kneeling on the ground, his hands bound behind his back, and a wooden sign hanging around his neck. On it, the crudely written words read, "I am a little thief, I am a bastard."
She frowned, strongly disapproving of the victim's actions. Although it was despicable for a thief to steal, beating him up would be better than humiliating him like this.
"Do you feel sorry for the boy?" An old lady beside her asked upon seeing Mo Yan's expression, "You shouldn't pity this kid, he often sneaks into other people's homes to steal. He's been caught and beaten many times but never learns his lesson. The victim had no choice but to do this—after all, the boy has stolen from them seven or eight times this month."
Stolen seven or eight times in a month?
