Currently, Xue Chenghai's state is purely one of resignation.
In any case, fear will lead to death, and lack of fear will also lead to death.
He can't decide anything, so he might as well be at ease.
At this moment, others have already prepared the meal.
A particularly large table was placed in front of the door.
When people from ten families gather here, they often use this table.
The table is at least dozens of meters long, and can easily accommodate dozens of people.
"Do you still hate me?" Xu Zimei asked.
"I hated you at first, but later I slowly got a life of my own, had a family, and gradually forgot about the past glory."
"Even the hatred is almost forgotten."
"What is the point of hate? I can never seek revenge in this life, I see no hope."
Upon hearing this, Xu Zimei understood.
Xue Chenghai seems to have truly seen through everything.
Besides his current family, nothing else matters.
