C129 Penalty of transitone1

"My lords, auntie, please do me a favor. Pity, pity my little beggar!" A filthy beggar was running along the roadside, following the well-dressed pedestrians.

"F * ck off, I'm so smelly." A middle-aged man kicked the beggar away.

Little Qian was sitting on the ground, not crying at all. He was just staring at the passersby with a pair of ice-cold eyes.

After watching for a long time