A Mosquito

"I recall that today was the first day of the super auction. I wonder if there's anything good?" Xia Fei asked.

Mosquito was just about to answer when he suddenly glanced warily at Monkey, worried that he might get another slap. In this group of young princelings, the pitiful Mosquito, who was the only one among them to have actually read a few books, and was always been this group's punching bag. He did not dare to resist.

"Big bro Xia Fei, you'll just need to see yesterday's catalog of sold items to know. After all, it's only the first day of the auction, and the truly worthwhile items have yet to appear," Mosquito cautiously said.

"Nonsense!" Monkey slapped Mosquito on the head. "Big bro Xia Fei can look for himself if he wants. He doesn't need any of your advice."

Everyone laughed, but Xia Fei was somewhat displeased. The way this group of rich good-for-nothings worked truly made one unhappy.

"Monkey, Mosquito is right; why did you hit him?"