Originally, after Xiaofan had beaten them, he was still planning to give the money, but after hearing the name Zhang Yuxuan, he took back the check he was about to sign.
Zhang Yuxuan? He's wealthy. Besides, wouldn't it be better for Xiaofan to keep the hundreds of thousands for charity funds?
"Are you hurt?"
Walking to the side, Xiaofan asked Ye Shaolong calmly.
"No, I'm fine."
"What? Even if I weren't your brother, even if I were a stranger who saved you, you should at least say thank you."
"Don't you hate me?" Ye Shaolong was quite puzzled by this. After how he treated Xiaofan before, did he really not care at all?
Not care? That's obviously a lie. Xiaofan is not a saint; his emotions are no different from anyone else's. When others treat him that way, especially his family, it's perfectly understandable to feel bitterness and resentment.
But Xiaofan, having seen so much of the world, has let go of many things. Blood ties are something that cannot be severed.
