Zhou Qing also picked up a piece of pastry and took a gentle bite, feeling genuinely satisfied.
Elder Weng looked at Zhou Qing, his eyes full of emotion: "Are you planning to give away the money from selling fish again today? In this Vast Mansion, people with your kind heart are rare."
Zhou Qing slightly nodded and said, "They're all having a hard time. I'm still young, so I help a bit where I can. It's a shame today's luck wasn't great."
As he spoke, he pointed helplessly to the money pouch at his waist that had been slashed, a wry smile on his face.
Elder Weng, however, laughed and said, "The money was stolen when you first entered, you noticed but didn't bother with it."
Zhou Qing was slightly taken aback, a flash of surprise in his eyes, then quickly smiled: "Hey, for someone your age, your eyesight is pretty sharp."
Elder Weng said, "I'm not that old and blind yet. Stop eating; those people are here for you."
