Chapter 190 The Heart Can’t Bear To Be Falsely Accused (9)_1
As Mo Yan passed by, she glanced over and saw a small beggar, about five or six years old, kneeling on the ground, his hands bound behind his back, and a wooden sign hanging around his neck. On it, the crudely written words read, "I am a little thief, I am a bastard."
She frowned, strongly disapproving of the victim’s actions. Although it was despicable for a thief to steal, beating him up would be better than humiliating him like this.
"Do you feel sorry for the boy?" An old lady beside her asked upon seeing Mo Yan’s expression, "You shouldn’t pity this kid, he often sneaks into other people’s homes to steal. He’s been caught and beaten many times but never learns his lesson. The victim had no choice but to do this—after all, the boy has stolen from them seven or eight times this month."
Stolen seven or eight times in a month?
Mo Yan’s eyes twitched. The people living in this area were just ordinary civilians. If a six or seven-year-old child could steal from them seven or eight times, it probably wasn’t anything valuable. But theft is theft, whether it’s a needle or something else.
She looked through the crowd towards the child, only to see him bowing his head silently, his lips tightly pursed, exuding stubbornness.
About the same age as Zhenzhen, yet living a completely different life, Mo Yan couldn’t bear it and stepped forward, addressing the middle-aged man who was cursing the thief incessantly, "How much did he steal from you? I’ll pay you back."
The middle-aged man was taken aback, clearly not expecting this turn of events. Seeing that Mo Yan was well-dressed, he turned his eyes and said, "He stole from my house seven or eight times, a total of ten taels of silver and five chickens. Forget the chickens—just give me ten taels of silver, and I’ll let him go."