Treasure Eye

Yang Bo suddenly heard a voice from the roadside. He turned his head to look and saw an old man, ragged and leaning against the steps, his forehead covered in sweat!,When he came back, Yang Bo's hands were carrying a lunchbox. He gently placed a box of fried rice in front of the old beggar and didn't speak.,He didn't know how long he had been there. When Yang Bo finally came to his senses, he rushed back, holding the lunch box in his hand.。