C2256 Manchu

Xiao Letian was furious. The poor kid in front of him was wiping his tears with a dirty sleeve. Xiao Letian held the back of his head with his other hand and was hit on the back of his head with a rock.

The tin lunch box fell to the ground, the four snow-white meat bun were covered in dust, and the child was crying helplessly, not knowing what he had done wrong