Zhang Chen looked at the boy opposite him, who was crying uncontrollably, and felt that the boy's thinking was really too skewed. He had to correct it and bring him back.
Zhang Chen's eyes swept over the boy on the other side, his gaze revealing a dangerous light: "Are you saying that my life is worthless?"
Hearing Zhang Chen's words and seeing his dangerous gaze, the young man shivered and even stopped sobbing. He tentatively replied, "Worth a penny?"
"..."
Faced with the boy's uneasy gaze, Zhang Chen seemed to be greatly insulted, but he could only sigh helplessly. He felt a bit disinterested and sat silently on the ice surface.
"Why aren't you talking? You're worth something. How about a tael of silver?" At this moment, Zhong Xiang, having learned his lesson, thought it best to avoid more hardships and opened his mouth to test with a question.
