"Boy, you are wearing famous brands, give me some money to spend!" Ling Zong looked helplessly at the gangsters appearing in front of him and felt a little headache. There were five people in front of him, and it was obvious that he couldn't handle them as a student. He felt a bit useless if he gave them money. At this time, Ling Zong suddenly saw a somewhat familiar figure standing behind the group of people, leaning against the wall and smoking a cigarette. He was obviously with the people who robbed him. Ling Zong was a little unsure and tried calling his name: "——Ye Qian."