He came from the system to save childhood

Wearing clean clothes and with all the wounds covered, the little boy was brought by his father like a perfect commodity to a place that looked extremely expensive.

There are still many people gathered in this place. Each person is like an item on the shelf, packaged very delicately, waiting to be bought by passing buyers.

Although everyone was dressed in fancy clothes, there was a faint smell of decay that seemed to be coming from the bones and could not be shaken off.

When the magnificent gate opened, the crowd let out unprecedented screams, as if they had seen some extraordinary gods. But there were no gods. They were just humans who had gone mad due to the drive for money and profit.

Several teenagers in expensive clothes were surrounded as soon as they came out of the door. There were even bodyguards around to control the situation. The teenagers held their heads high and didn't care about these crazy people.

They are born with enough advantages, whether it is money, status, or appearance, they are born to be daunting.

Seeing several young masters coming out, He's father licked his lips greedily and kicked the little kid hard. The little kid was caught off guard and fell in front of the young masters like a prodigal dog.

It also successfully attracted a few young masters who were not interested.

"Wow! This guy is pretty cool, and he even has a scar on his face!"

The young man dressed in hip-hop clothes exclaimed in amazement. Several other people also gathered around him. The scar that caused the little boy pain was a great pleasure to them.

"Wow, I really want to be covered in scars like my uncle, so cool! Whose family is this? I want it!"

The young man wearing a cross necklace came over, raised his eyebrows and pulled the kid up.

"Hey! How come it's yours since I found it first?"

The hip-hop boy said unhappily.

"Don't make a fuss. We are looking for a little follower. We are together every day anyway. Isn't it better to have one?"

The extremely gentle-looking boy acted as a peacemaker, but before the three boys could come up with anything to discuss, He's father came over with a flattering look.

"Hey, young masters, this is mine. If you want it, it only costs one million. How about buying it out?"

The little cub, whose arm was being pulled, suddenly turned around and looked at his father, as if he was meeting him for the first time.

Father He didn't even look at the little kid, he just knelt down and licked the boys. His greedy look made the hip-hop boy feel sinister.

He waved his hand and asked the bodyguard to throw a check in He's father's face, and said in a arrogant and disdainful tone: "Here's the money, get out."

He didn't care about the one million. It was just some pocket money. It was worth it if he could buy something interesting.

The little boy watched helplessly as his father, with whom he had lived for nine years, got the money and looked at it with a vengeance. He drooled over the check and could hardly believe it.

No matter how his father beat and scolded him in the past, his mother would always say that his father still loved him, otherwise he would not have raised him to this age. But what about now?

Is this father’s love?

When people are extremely sad, they won't even shed tears. The little boy just stared blankly at He's father as he took the check and left without any reluctance.

He seemed to have really become a commodity.

A commodity that is obtained with little effort and sold at a high price.

The little cub couldn't even utter a cry for mercy or plead. His throat was stuck with extreme sadness and he could only make hoarse "ah" sounds.

He seemed to be mute and deaf. He could no longer hear the sounds around him and could only see that heartless figure disappearing in the crowd.

Confusion devoured his heart and his body became numb.

"Hey? Isn't this a fool?"

"What do you know? Only fools have fun hehe!"

The three young men smiled at each other, and mercilessly dragged the little boy into the magnificent house. The jealous voices of people outside could be heard faintly.

"This kid is really lucky!"

"Oh my daughter is so pretty but no one likes her!"

"One million! That's one million! This kid will be rich and prosperous for the rest of his life, right? The little money left by those young masters is enough for them to live on for a lifetime!"

"That little brat is so skinny and small, with an ugly scar on his face. I really don't know what these young masters are thinking!"

Everyone outside thought that the little kid was very lucky, and their jealous faces looked particularly ferocious.

Little did he know that the little boy was not entering some expensive palace, but was stepping into another abyss.

The little boy felt a pain on his head before he could even digest the feeling of being abandoned. His hair was pulled by the hip-hop boy, and he was forced to raise his thin face and frown in pain.

"Did I give you too much face? I spent a million and you didn't even smile at me?"

The boy's irritable voice woke up the little cub.

Yes, he is actually worth one million... The little boy who has never been to school has no idea what one million means, but he knows it by looking at his father's satisfied expression.

It must be much more than what his mother gave him, even enough to abandon him, and he became a completely worthless waste.

When he was beaten by his father, his mother told him that he could not change anything and that acceptance was the only thing he could do in his life.

So the little cub has been enduring, and now he seems to have a deeper understanding of what his mother said.

He forced an ugly smile on his thin face. His scars moved with the smile, and his eyebrows and eyes covered by his long hair made him look particularly gloomy.

Like a rat in a gutter.

But these three young masters like it especially.

A child who has not yet been to school has already learned a skill that most people in this society cannot learn, that is, humble flattery and desperate endurance.

"That's more like it. You have some sense! This young master likes people with sense. Come on! I'll take you to buy you some decent clothes. You don't need to wear these tattered ones anymore."

The clothes the little cub was wearing were the most comfortable clothes he had worn in nine years. Most of his clothes were dirty and worn out.

But today, the three boys took the little boy to see the world, and even made him forget the sadness of his father's departure. Or maybe it's not that he forgot, but he was just too sad, so his brain subconsciously hid the emotion.

Until a critical point is reached and it can no longer be controlled.

In the luxurious shopping mall, the little boy was surrounded by three young masters. Although he didn't know the value of the clothes, when he saw the young masters come in and wave their hands, a group of waiters came over respectfully.

Clothes were thrown to the little boy one by one and he was asked to go to the fitting room, just like playing a dress-up game. Several young masters ate cakes and looked at the little boy who was wearing different clothes every time he came out.

They would just buy whatever they liked without even looking at the price, and would buy more than ten pieces at a time. This was like a dream for a little kid who wouldn't have a new piece of clothing for several years.

He was dizzy and was arranged by these young masters. Because he followed the three young masters, the others also behaved respectfully and submissively towards the little cub.

This was the first time that the little guy was treated as a human being. He almost didn’t know how to deal with it and even enjoyed it a little.