Fortunately, Xiao Ruiyuan did not rush her, allowing Mo Yan so breathing space.
"Stop right there! Stop, I say, you damned little rabbit! You’ve co to steal from again. I swear I’ll beat you to death today!"
Unknowingly, Mo Yan found herself on the street where she had encountered the child a few days ago, and from a distance, she heard an exasperated voice.
She looked closely and saw two people running towards her from afar. Who else could it be if not the child and the middle-aged man?
Seeing that the child was about to be caught, Mo Yan quickly walked a few steps forward and grabbed the fleeing child.
"Why did you go steal from his house again?"
The child, who initially tried to break free, joyfully looked up upon hearing a familiar voice, "Big sister!"
Mo Yan helplessly gazed at the few stead buns that the child was tightly clutching in his arms. She then took out a few copper coins from her purse and handed them to the middle-aged man, who had caught up.
The middle-aged man recognized Mo Yan, but this ti he did not take the money. Instead, he stretched out a large hand, attempting to grab the child’s collar from behind, but Mo Yan pulled the child back to prevent it.
"Uncle, considering he’s still just a child, can you forgive him this ti?"
"Impossible! No matter what, today I must teach this little brat a lesson," the man raged, glaring at the child. The kick from last ti still hadn’t fully healed, and he was determined to hang the kid up and give him a beating.
Mo Yan frowned, "Even if you beat him today, he might steal from you again next ti. Instead of punishing him, let him go. I assure you he won’t steal from you anymore."
The middle-aged man, upon hearing this, snorted derisively, "You say he won’t steal again? And what makes you so sure you can guarantee that?"
Mo Yan ignored him, looking down at the child, "Rember how big sister helped you last ti? For my sake, promise you won’t steal from this uncle’s house again, okay?"
She couldn’t bear to watch the child continue stealing. She had already decided to help him find a job or take him on as an apprentice.
The child stared steadily at her, hesitated for a mont with a small face, and then handed the stead buns in his arms to the middle-aged man, mumbling, "I won’t ever steal stead buns from your house again."
The middle-aged man was taken aback, then viciously knocked the buns away, sneering, "I don’t believe a word from you, you yellow-mouthed brat! You’d better just take your beating from today because not even the emperor himself could save you."
Mo Yan’s expression darkened, "His small body can’t take a beating. If you hurt him badly, what will you use to compensate?"
By now, she could tell the man was holding a grudge because the child had kicked him before. In his anger, he might inadvertently cripple the child, which was unacceptable.
Upon hearing this, the man scoffed, "He’s just a little beggar. What if he dies? I’ll just pay so silver to the governnt. Are they going to demand my life for it?"
Now Mo Yan was truly angry, "Go ahead and try! If you dare hurt him in any way, I’ll go to the Governnt Office right now. Even if he was in the wrong to start with, it’s not up to you to decide his fate."
Although the rights of ordinary people were negligible in ancient tis, in a place like Jing City, no one dared to act wantonly. If the child were to be hard, it would be fine if no one pursued the matter. But if soone brought it to the attention of the Governnt Office, the middle-aged man certainly wouldn’t escape punishnt.
The middle-aged man glared at Mo Yan, furious, but he was already starting to back down inside.
If this nosy girl actually went to the Governnt Office and accused him of causing injury at will, he might indeed face charges. The kid was too young; even if he was in the wrong for stealing, it was only a matter of a few stead buns. The Governnt Office wouldn’t take his side.
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