The middle-aged man used to help him up, but as soon as Wang Kai grasped his right hand, the middle-aged man grinned with pain.

"What's wrong with Uncle Li?" Wang Kai spit out the scraps of paper in his mouth, saw his distorted face, and could not help asking.

"Hand, hand..." Li Haifeng pointed to Wang Kai holding his hand.

Wang Kai came over and quickly released his hand. Li Haifeng slowly breathed a sigh. They looked at each other and questioned each other. After they got on the bus, they spoke out their own experiences separately.

"Are you sure it's that kid?" Li Haifeng asked in astonishment.

"Really, Uncle...