Some wounds aren't touched because they're too painful; the slightest contact feels like a heart being torn apart. This wound was close to scabbing over, but now, it must be ripped open anew, forced to bleed profusely once more. Truly, how cruel that is.
Li Dongsheng patted Qin Xiangyang on the shoulder.
"That's the right way to think about it. They have nothing to do with you now. Don't interfere in their affairs and don't give them money. Not even one yuan."
"I know," Qin Xiangyang was not naive. To give his own enemies money, to give them the hard-earned cash they sweated for, even if Qin Xiangnuan didn't say this, he would not give it to Hu Li and the others. His bottom line was to never harm his sister and his grandmother.
As for Hu Li wanting their money, no chance.
