Zhang Fengxi extended a hand toward the little boy and helped him up.
Although the little boy's knees were injured from the fall, he only had eyes for the paper bag.
"Ah..."
Zhang Fengxi handed it over to him.
"There you go. Don't worry, it is safe."
Tears fell from the little boy's eyes when he pressed the paper bag to his chest.
"Thank you, Young Master," he sobbed. "Thank you."
"No need to thank me, you did well. What's your name, little boy?"
"I... Mom called me Ah Yan."
"I see. Ah Yan, you are hurt. Can you walk?"
The little boy nodded, but he winced every time he moved.
Zhang Fengxi grabbed his collar and lifted him to his shoulders. The little boy was so frightened that he almost dropped the paper bag in his arms.
"There, isn't this better?" Zhang Fengxi laughed. "Come, let us take you home."
