C21 Old

Just as he got off the car, he saw a dirty hand stretched out in front of him. However, it was not a palm, nor was there a bowl.

Ye Zichen raised his eyebrows, "Did you need me for anything?" Zhang Zheng felt it was a bit strange when he looked up at the small, thin beggar who just reached his waist.

"You took my brother in." The little beggar rubbed at the corner of his shirt