After upgrading his gear with a pair of high-end leather shoes donated by a kind person, Lin Xian felt much more comfortable walking on the paved road, and his pace quickened considerably.
In half an hour, he and CC walked back to the old street they had crossed over from at the start, and soon they spotted a little black boy with newspapers on his back... selling newspapers with a dejected voice.
His voice had become weak and feeble:
"Newspaper... newspaper... today's newspaper..."
It sounded like the powerless cleaning robot VV.
He was probably looping the images of going back to be scolded in his mind.
Lin Xian walked up with big strides.
The little boy heard footsteps approaching, looked up excitedly, but then widened his eyes, stepped back, took a deep breath, and was about to scream —
"Shut up, don't scream at me."
Lin Xian interrupted him, flicked a coin from his right hand, and the little boy reflexively reached out to catch it..
