"Yes, I'm fine." Feng Zhenzhen nodded word by word. Her well-being had nothing to do with the Feng Family; she no longer needed their charity.
She was grateful for Housekeeper Xing's help, but it was just gratitude.
There was nothing more.
Towards Housekeeper Xing, she felt no hate, nor love.
He was a man loyal only to the Pang Family Patriarch, eternally cold and ruthless to others. His blood was cold, even if his heart had residual warmth, it was only enough to keep himself alive.
He now sympathized with her simply because she almost became the family head; years of inertia don't easily change overnight.
Housekeeper Xing saw the overwhelming hatred in her eyes.
Suddenly, he regretted, regretted his previous soft-heartedness. This child had already fallen into hell, and yet he still fantasized that she would become good in the future. Ask yourself, can someone who climbs out of hell be good?
Hell produces only demons, never angels.
