"Ye Xiao, I'm not 'poor little thing', my name is Jiang Yue. I really can't thank you enough for helping me that day. Ever since then, those hoodlums have never come to bother me again. If it hadn't been for you that day, they would have taken me to that kind of place."
Jiang Yue was truly grateful to Ye Xiao.
In fact, she was often bullied by those hoodlums and passersby would occasionally witness it, but not a single person stepped forward to help. Everyone was afraid of attracting trouble and simply walked away after a glance.
Only Ye Xiao had come to her rescue, appearing like a deity on a rainbow cloud at that moment, instantly lighting up the dark alley.
Ye Xiao noticed the girl's hands clasping her lunch box were rough, as if accustomed to hard work, almost matching those of Three Bulls Village villagers who had toiled their whole lives.
"I've already forgotten that day's incident."
Ye Xiao set the lunch box aside.
"But I haven't forgotten it."
