"Don't run, you little scoundrel, just wait until I catch you, I'll whip your butt with this willow branch."
Just outside the residential area of the capital, a woman was chasing a seven or eight-year-old child with a willow branch in her hand.
The little boy was filthy, covered in dust, holding his butt as he ran around everywhere.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't hit me."
Around him were many children of similar age, peeking out sneakily from various hiding spots.
Some were his siblings, while others were neighborhood kids.
Kane and his group happened to pass by and saw this scene.
"So many kids around," Kreya, who had been watching the scenery, couldn't help but say.
Kane nodded in agreement with Kreya's comment.
Due to the population revival policy and an abundance of food, almost every household had a varying number of children.
Along this journey, kids of all races were running around, playing with each other everywhere.
