Onlookers watched but no one dared to lend a hand.
The harsh reality of the world—such it is.
"This little rascal!"
Liang Yuening had always had a fiery temperament, and although these days his nature had changed significantly, no longer as childish and reckless as before, his sense of justice within him had never changed.
He was indignant at Pei Yu's misdeeds, rushed over, and helped the poor old lady up: "Ma'am, are you all right?"
The old lady quickly waved her hand, brushed the dust off her knees, and after casting a fearful glance at Pei Yu, she hastily thanked them and then fled.
Yue Ning watched the old lady leave, then turned back and frowned fiercely at Pei Yu.
Pei Yu tightened his reins, his procession had already come to a halt.
He looked at Liang Yuening and suddenly scoffed.
"Fifth Brother Liang, long time no see?"
