Liu Tong painfully curled up at the corner of the wall, his originally clean and tidy uniform had also become wrinkled and dirty. He hung his head low, not saying a word, but his heart was filled with resentment.
Why should he suffer these things? Is he not a person just because he has no money? He hadn't stolen or robbed, so what mistake had he made to deserve this treatment?
If only they were all dead, thought Liu Tong darkly.
But the world is just so unfair; how could these rich people die so easily?
"Poor ghost, I'm talking to you, did you hear? Hurry up and clean Brother Jun's shoes that you dirtied. Can you afford to compensate for them?" Someone kicked Liu Tong again.
The stairwell was crowded with people, most of them were there to watch the excitement, surrounding Liu Tong and mocking him without restraint.
"Mr. Ye, you should come and see, Liu Tong is being cornered by the students in the stairwell." Mr. Tang, who taught physics, came in flustered.
