Ye Nianmo, first place in the piano competition. Her first teacher was a well-known German musician. As a Chinese youth pioneer, she went to the White House to interact with the President of the United States. She was the champion of the youth group of the Taekwondo competition.

Ding Yiyi couldn't help but widen her eyes as she looked at the honors one after another. She never thought that a person under the age of 20 could get so many honors.

Just as she was about to scroll down, the man sitting next to her suddenly let out a short cry. Ding Yiyi watched in surprise as a tall man with a crew cut coldly grabbed the neck of the man sitting next to her.

The man kept kicking his legs and feet, trying to break away the boy's hand that was suppressing him. Ding Yiyi stared at it dumbfounded, wondering whether she should call the police.

"Don't fight here anymore." An old lady who looked like she was looking after her children said tremblingly while holding a cane.

The boy with a crew cut looked at the old man, nodded silently, and left the Internet cafe with the man who was half a head taller than him.

Ding Yiyi thought, how could they respect the old and care for the young even though they were openly fighting? She shook her head and went on to go online, when she saw that her Nokia phone had fallen to the ground and was already cracked.

Oh my god, this is a mobile phone that means a lot to her. Although it only costs about a thousand yuan, it is made up of money and meaning.

Those two people must pay compensation! Ding Yiyi gritted her teeth, quickly got off the plane and chased away.

Chasing all the way to the entrance of the alley, Ding Yiyi heard a man's yelling coming from the alley.

The man was forced into a corner and beaten until he was unable to fight back. The boy didn't say anything and kept beating him silently.

"Please, don't hit me. Who are you? I don't know you." The man was beaten until tears came out. He thought about it hundreds of times, but he still didn't know who the boy in front of him was.

"Did you steal my mother's wallet?" Ye Chuyun picked up the man's collar and asked.

"I may have snatched your mother's wallet, but you still have to tell me who your mother is!" the man asked miserably, covering his eyes.

"Hai Qingqing!" At this point, Ye Chuyun wanted to beat this man again. Hai Qingqing went to the mall to buy clothes, but the pickpocket pretended to hit him and stole his wallet. There was a photo of Hai Qingqing and Mo Xiaojun in the wallet.

, is Hai Qingqing’s favorite. Because of this matter, Hai Qingqing didn’t even eat dinner. No matter how much Mo Xiaojun tried to persuade her, it was of no use.

He squatted for a week and finally caught this man. After thinking about it, the man thought that there was indeed a person named Hai Qingqing among the people who dropped by recently. He was particularly impressed because he actually had a gold card in his wallet.

"Little brother, I've spent almost all the money. I really can't pay it back. Why don't you beat me up again?" Knowing that the owners came to the door, the thief was not so worried. Anyway, these owners are not like creditors.

If you don't hand over the money, my hands and feet will be cut off.

"I don't want the money inside, I want the photos inside." Ye Chuyun frowned and said.

When the man heard this, he was very happy. He didn’t ask for any responsibility and didn’t ask for any money. He just wanted a photo. That was great. He kept the photo and it was of no use.

"Okay, okay, I live near here, I will take you to get it." The man nodded quickly.

"Wait a minute, you can't leave." Ding Yiyi, who had been listening to the two men's speech, stood up and blocked their way.

Ye Chuyun looked at Ding Yiyi silently. Ding Yiyi shook the cell phone in his hand that had been smashed into two parts, and said angrily: "You broke my cell phone when we were in the Internet cafe, and now I want you to compensate."

Ye Chuyun's eyes fell on Ding Yiyi's mobile phone, nodded half a noise, and punching to the man's abdomen, Shen Sheng said, "Half a person!"

The man covered his stomach and bent down. Ye Chuyun had scolded half of his death in his heart. Seeing his mother's wallet, he suddenly installed thousands of dollars, plus the gold card, obviously why the rich second generation was even a few generations.
Chapter completed!