"Alright." Du Yunpeng nodded quickly, as he was used to doing these things.
"I've already become familiar with Beijing, so I can take him around." Mark volunteered.
Yang Ruxin nodded: "That would be best."
At this time, three little beggars were holding tattered bowls, jostling through the crowd, always pushing where the crowd was thickest, causing passersby to curse, as they smelled quite unpleasant.
Of course, there were also soft-hearted people who would throw a copper coin into their bowls, and mean-spirited ones who would kick them a couple of times...
Yang Ruxin watched with interest as the three little ones weaved through the crowd, then watched them run towards her, slipping past her... and then followed them into a nearby alleyway.
The three little ones were dividing their loot.
Just now, their weaving through the crowd wasn't for begging, but a ploy to pickpocket.
At present, they held four coin purses, one of which was a pouch from Yang Ruxin herself.
