Rich Brother Is Pitiful

The midsummer sun shines like a huge fireball. There is a burning breath rising from the ground, and the creaking breath is boiling, burning the people who step on the ground. The heat wave was suffocating. The streets and alleys of Shanghai City are bustling with people, but the pedestrians are hurriedly looking forward to leaving the hot air as soon as possible, or getting into the shopping mall, or returning to the cool air conditioner at home, and taking a breath of relief. Outside a large shopping mall on a busy street, a girl wearing a red T-shirt, white trousers, and white sneakers stood, holding a stack of colorful advertising paper in her arms, constantly pointing out to every pedestrian passing by...