One Last Glance

Everything was out of control the moment of Duan Dacheng snatched the bag. Qiu Xinyang and his mother were stuck in their seats, unable to move, and could only watch Duan Dacheng snatch the parcel from their feet. Once the parcel was opened, other than milk, there was a lot of nutritious food, snacks, and a large box of dates!

"No! Don't take our food… That's mine… Uncle…Uncle…please…my mother…my mother needs it! Don't rob our food…" Qiu Xinyang cried in horror.

"Oh! You…you…" Qiu Xinyang's mother was struggling too, but her body remained motionless. Struggling intensely, more blood started to gush out from the wound where she had pierced by an iron rod.

"Dacheng, Dacheng, what are you doing?" Gong Xiuzhen tried restraining her husband's arm. "How could you take people's things? Hurry…give it back…"