Now hearing Tang Li's words, a strange feeling, unknown to him, rose in his chest. He thought, this must be sympathy.
How can a heartless person sympathize with someone so easily?
Now, he felt sympathy for Tang Li, making this feeling quite unfamiliar.
He asked solemnly, "Was your family so poor back then? You couldn't even produce twenty cents?"
Tang Li shook her head, giving a bitter smile, "We could have produced it. The day before I had a high fever, my grandma snuck into our house while my mother was out and took all our money and valuables."
Ma Zhihao, upon hearing this, angrily said, "How could you have such a horrible grandmother? When you had a high fever, she didn't give any money to your family?"
