Little Fatty lifted his tearful red eyes and glanced across the street.
Xu Jinyan followed his gaze and saw two boys, probably in fourth or fifth grade, walking out of the small shop opposite.
"Is it them?" Young Master Xu asked.
Little Fatty nodded.
Young Master Xu said, "Stop crying. Bullying my brother is bullying me. I'll help you get your money back!"
With that, he was about to walk towards the two boys.
Little Fatty, fearful, held him back: "Don't, don't go, they are upperclassmen, they won't return it to us. Let's just forget it!" Worst comes to worst, he could just save up again.
Thinking about this, Little Fatty felt like crying all over again.
"Wait here!"
Xu Jinyan then stuffed the backpack he was carrying into the adversary's arms and strode toward the two boys, saying, "Hey, did you guys take Zhang Xiaopang's money?"
