Dai Zhiqiang picked up his pace when he noticed that one of them had grabbed the kid's hand. There weren't any other pedestrians, so no one but him could help that kid except for him.
He put his hand on the kid's shoulder with a grim expression.
"Little kid, do you know these two uncles?"
The kid raised his head, and his pair of big, clear eyes looked at him with confusion. "Big Brother, who are you?"
"Yeah, who are you, bastard? Hands off and mind your own business." One of the men glared at him.
However, Dai Zhiqiang paid no heed to him and asked the kid again. "Hey kid, I will ask once again. If you don't know them, you shouldn't follow or talk to people carelessly. Didn't your mother or father teach you that?"
The kid's face became crestfallen. "I-I don't have one."
His answer wasn't one Dai Zhiqiang expected, but he persisted, "Then, listen to me from now on. You shouldn't follow or receive things from strangers."