"Although we're poor, we can't enjoy life with money earned by selling our conscience," Tang De said, being the more level-headed of the two.
"Dad, Qin Long said he accepted a condolence payment from the government," Tang Xuewu rushed to explain, holding nothing back. "It seems to be from his time in the army."
Tang De lit a cigarette, his brow furrowed in thought.
What rank would a person have to be to receive ten million as a condolence payment for an injury? Clearly, my daughter doesn't know, so asking her would be pointless.
"Mom, Dad, Qin Long already has a place in my heart," Tang Xuewu confessed, finally saying everything in one breath as she clenched her fists. "Over these past three years, spending day and night together, he has quietly found his way into my heart. I still can't forget the boy who saved me when I was little, but Qin Long's character and abilities are better than Wang Ming's. Even though he's disabled, I believe he'll stand on his own two feet again."
