"Bro, really, I don't have any more, this money is for my lunch today."
"Are you kidding me? You were just bragging that your daily pocket money is several hundred, don't play poor with me!"
Meng Lang instantly laughed when he saw this.
"Look, for example, in situations like this, the books won't tell you, but it's an essential life lesson."
"Wang Zikai?" Xiao Yu frowned slightly.
Because the pitiful person surrounded in the middle was surprisingly her classmate.
Meng Lang also recognized this chubby kid he'd seen a couple of times, but he didn't pay much attention. Who hasn't encountered a few disobedient bad students when they were young and gotten a taste of society's tough love?
This ready-made educational case was right in front of him, of course, he wouldn't waste it and pointed to the crime scene.
"Xiao Yu, the relationship between people and knowledge is simple: the more you give, the more you get in return.
