C249 Poor Child

Nan Feng covered his face, his glasses dropped to the ground and rolled twice. The man who hit him jumped up and stomped on his glasses with all his might: "You're the same as your mom! Bitch! Wuqing! "

I don't know who that man was, but I could see his face under the streetlight. He looked to be in his forties or fifties, his eyes were huge, his eyes were fierce