Zhang Mingxing's mouth was swollen and bruised, and there were red marks on his face, clearly showing he had been beaten. Who would lay a hand on a twelve-year-old child?
"Mingxing, who hit you?" Lin Tian asked coldly.
"I... I'm fine..." Zhang Mingxing tried to avoid Lin Tian, not wanting him to see, and prepared to leave after putting down his things.
Lin Tian grabbed him, frowned, and asked, "What's going on? Was it Zhang Zhicheng?"
"No, around five in the afternoon, according to Elder Heyuan's instructions before he left, I went to town to buy clothes and daily necessities for Brother Lin. I ran into a gang of hooligans in the alley, and they beat me up," Zhang Mingxing explained, then added, "I'm okay, it's just a few minor scratches."
