He used to resent the unfairness of fate, but later he realized that complaining was meaningless and only made him more dejected. Being born poor doesn't mean he would be poor forever. One day, he would stand out and make those who once looked down on him and tormented him see clearly — he, Kang Qi, though merely a bastard born to a prostitute whose father is unknown, would prove with strength that birth does not define destiny.
"I... I'm not pitying you." I'm just sympathizing with you.
"You must be hungry." Yan Xing changed the topic: "Bureau Chief Ma reserved a grand feast at Jinxiang Building, I'll have it sent over."
Jinxiang Building? Kang Qi clenched his fists tightly.
To eat casually inside would cost a year's tuition for him, yet she spoke so casually, as if dining at Jinxiang Building was a completely normal thing.
At this moment, he finally felt the deep class disparity between them — they were people from two different worlds.
