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"Move, here you go." A man stopped in front of him, holding a warm steamed bun in his rough hand.

Jiang Yu lowered his head and sniffed the air. He felt that something was so fragrant and that he was right in front of him. After a while, he raised his head and looked up.

It was a patch of white. Just as he smelled the fragrance, he reached out his hand and snatched the steamed bun from the boss's hand. Then, he put it in his mouth and nibbled on it.

The boss of the bun house did not get angry at Jiang Yu's rude behavior and only rubbed his hand that had just been scratched by him. Seeing that he was full of energy, he did not say anything, turned around and left this dark place.

The boss of the bun house went back to his own bed and continued talking, occasionally glancing at the river in the corner. He had only recently come to JinZhou City to buy buns, so he didn't know much about Jiang Yu's background. He felt like his son who died accidentally that year, just feeling pity for him.

Therefore, even though he later heard that the person was Jiang Feng, the person who once did good deed with porridge but got moldy porridge didn't have much of a reaction. What he saw with his own eyes was the man he saw every day in the dark corner, and no one went up to look for the river. How could it be the rich man's son, and so he could not quite believe that the man had lost his mind and refused to add more money, or that the man would give him a steamed bun every day. The owner of the steamed bun was also a rare good person.

Jiang Yu also settled down in the dark corner and stayed there, not going anywhere. It could be because that place was really dark, causing no one to look for him for the past few days. It was just that every few days, a group of children would come and give him a good beating.

When he felt something smash into him, he thought it was something else, so his body reacted first by dodging it. When he felt that it was a stone without any ability to injure it, he would let it fall, and if it was just some kids playing with him, he would not care about it. But Wen Linan did not care about it at all.

The first one is fine, but won't these kids grow eyes? He turned around and raised his hand to catch a small stone that was about to hit him.

He looked over at the place where the stone had been thrown and saw something moving there. It was dark, and when he looked closely he saw a man looking for a small stone on the ground.

Wen Linan stepped forward and stopped not far in front of him, so that he could see more clearly.

The man raised his head and saw that he was so close to the stone. He shrank back in fear, but he still threw all the stones he had picked up at the man in front of him.

Wen Linan took a step to the side to avoid the rocks, but the passersby behind him weren't so lucky. The ones hit turned around and wanted to curse, but when they saw an elegant young master standing there, they were too embarrassed to say anything.

Jiang Yu? Wen Linan was a bit perplexed. He remembered that he had still been in high spirits when he'd pointed fingers at him in front of the Jiang manor gates a while ago. Why was he in such dire straits now?

Or could it be that the matter of him sending moldy porridge was exposed by that righteous teenager at that time, who didn't kill him and then became a fool?

In truth, this result wasn't hard to guess. In the end, he was the one who decided to taste the consequences of planting the seed.