Feng Yin sat up from the mat, brushing one hand over the handcuffs, and the handcuffs opened with a click.
“I’ve opened it a little bit, don’t think about it. It’s not that illegal.”
Feng Yin advised him not to think about it, but how could the old man not think about it? Is he so much that he shouldn’t have touched someone.
But when he thought of the people behind him, he still insisted on it.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
The old man kowtowed to Feng Yin, really kowtowing hard.
Lin Yu was about to pay, but was blocked by Feng Yin with one hand, blocked her sideways, and helped the old man up first.
“Don’t do this. Although I’m not a good person, I’m moral.”
“Our industry emphasizes the cycle of nature and retribution is dazzling. Let’s go, I’ll follow you to take a look. As long as it is true, don’t say 200, 20,000!”
The old man hunched his chest, tears streaming down his face, thanked him, limping and leading the four-person group to his house.
After entering a deep alley, the old man turned around and took a few people to his home.
Under a simple iron house, people who are taller may not be able to stand up.
“My house has been sold and I have treated the child.”
The old man opened the iron wire on the iron house and opened the iron door with a creaking sound.
In the dim house, there is a wooden bed, with paper shells and plastic bottles on and under the bed.
“I don’t go out every day. Most of me pick up bottles and paper shells. I know something is wrong.”
The old man’s waist and back were even more bent.
There was a raised, skinny boy on the bed, with his eyes that were prominent, his hair was dry and yellow, his lips were chapped, and his eyes were dull.
“The child can’t speak anymore. One year he had a fever and his vocal cords were burned.”