Lin Yuan was squatting in the antique street setting up a stall, his sister was waiting in the ICU for help, and his girlfriend left with the rich second generation without looking back.
The bully crushed his last bowl with his foot, and blood stained the old dictionary in his arms.
A prompt popped up in front of me: [I found something "sharp", do you want to extract it?
"Who are you?"
Lin Yuan pushed up his non-existent glasses: "Just a law-abiding street vendor, nothing more."
