Hearing Rong Xiaorong's words, Weng Changting showed an incredulous expression: "Xiaorong, you also have no evidence to prove it's him. If he is our savior, what are you going to do about it?"
Rong Xiaorong's face showed a mocking expression: "Come on, Changting! You think too highly of people. If he's that capable, how could he not even have money to buy a bus ticket?"
Weng Changting: "I said, no matter who it is, everyone has times of difficulty. Prejudice in one's mind is like a mountain. If you look at someone with tinted glasses, how can you see them clearly?"
"If he kindly saved us yet faced such malicious treatment, in the long run, who would help others in the future?"
Rong Xiaorong sneered: "Anyway, I believe he is an insider for those three people. If not, I will kowtow and apologize to him, calling him 'Dad!' Is that okay?"
Weng Changting no longer paid attention to Rong Xiaorong and somewhat regretted bringing her along.
