Rise of the Humble O

How can one person stand up against the whole world,How can I feel a chill at the back of my thigh as if there's a wind blowing Could it be that my short legs have moved at lightning speed,“Mother, oh, it hurts, it hurts! I'm not a child of two or three anymore,” Zhu Ping’an cried for mercy, his chubby little hand clutching Chen’s arm, tiptoeing to lessen the pain.。