"Smelly girl, you think you can run away!"
The middle-aged man behind her caught up, his broom raised high, ready to strike the little girl again.
"Stop it!"
Dragon Maiden couldn't stand by, her form flashed, and she was already in front of the middle-aged man, saying coldly, "A grown man, bullying a little girl, aren't you ashamed?"
The middle-aged man glanced at Dragon Maiden, then pointed at the little girl crying loudly on the ground and said angrily, "I'm bullying her? This stinking girl has been stealing my steamed buns again and again. I spared her before because I felt sorry for her, but she came to steal again... I make these buns to sell. When customers see her dirty hands touching my buns, they feel disgusted and won't buy any of the others... Who's going to compensate me for my losses?"
The middle-aged man pointed at the little girl who had fallen to the ground and was crying incessantly, his face full of anger and grievances.
