chapter 302 Southeast Four Young Masters

The little boy's home was not far from Hubu Lane, about a 10-minute walk away, but it turned out to be a slum with low brick houses everywhere. Corentin Bill sighed in his heart, even in the most prosperous city, there would be poor places.
"That's my home," said the little boy, pointing to the dilapidated red brick house not far away.
Corentin Bill carried him over on his back, but just as he walked over, he heard shouting and cursing from inside the house, as well as the sound...