The middle-aged man's eyes bulged, "My words never change. When I say I won't accept it, I won't, so scram..."
The young boy did not persist any longer, fear mixed with a hint of despair in his eyes.
He stood still, holding his books, watching the direction the middle-aged man had disappeared. He dared not follow, but he also did not want to just leave like this.
This boy looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, not very tall, and somewhat malnourished.
Chen Sheng suddenly had a realization off to the side, "I was wondering why he looked familiar, I remember now, this is Old Xiang's kid from our transport team."
Qiao Qingyu looked at Chen Sheng with surprise, "The Old Xiang from Tenghai Research Base's transport team?"
"Yes, yes, that's him."
Qiao Qingyu was naturally puzzled, if the child was from the Tenghai Research Base, how could he have ended up in such a situation?
