Ye Qingyun got up comfortably.

He pushed open the door and walked out.

But I saw someone outside the hospital.

"For what?"

Seeing the man sneaking around and trying to pick pears from the tree, Ye Qingyun yelled.

The man was startled and fell down from the pear tree.

This fall was not easy.

The man groaned and sat on the ground unable to get up.

Ye Qingyun stepped forward quickly.

I found out that it was actually a child.

He looks only seven years old.

His body was dirty and tattered, his hair was unkempt, and he looked like a little beggar.

The child was shivering, and his face was a little distorted because of the pain from the fall.

"How brave are you to steal my pears?"

Ye Qingyun said with a sneer.

The little beggar rubbed his legs and stood up staggeringly.

"I didn't steal."

"Everyone gets the stolen goods, but you still say you didn't steal?"

Ye Qingyun laughed angrily at him.

The little beggar snorted.

"Then what if I stole it? Why don't you beat me to death?"

Ye Qingyun was speechless.

Good guy.

At a young age, I was still a bit of a jerk.

Ye Qingyun didn't really want to blame him. After all, it was really pitiful to become a beggar at such a young age.

"May I have your name?"

Ye Qingyun asked.

"I don't have a name."

"You don't have a name? Then how do others call you?"

The little beggar tilted his nose: "They all call me little bastard."

Ye Qingyun shook his head helplessly.

"What's your last name?"

The little beggar looked stunned.

"My father's surname is Guo."

"What about your parents?"

"They're all dead."

Ye Qingyun felt some sympathy in his heart.

He went to the pear tree and picked a dozen pears.

He took another bag of rice from the house.

"Take it and eat it. If you finish eating, you can come back to me."

Ye Qingyun handed the things to the little beggar.

The little beggar was a little surprised and uncertain.

They didn't dare to reach out and take it.
Chapter completed!