Just a street punk, if Ye Ling took it to heart, held a grudge, what's the freaking point? He might as well find a well with good feng shui and dive in to kill himself.
The middle-aged man saw Ye Ling's indifferent expression, seemingly not taking his words to heart, and couldn't help shaking his head.
Young people these days, they don't listen to their elders. They're going to suffer right in front of their eyes. Soon at the high-speed train station, he'll probably regret it.
But the most the middle-aged man could do was give Ye Ling some pointers. In this society, where no one is willing to stick their neck out for others without a personal connection, that kind of grandiose spirit has quietly disappeared.
With a mouth full of blood and swollen cheeks, Lu Tao glared at Ye Ling with a grim face, gritting his teeth, "You shitty thing, soon you'll be clinging to my legs and begging for mercy."
