Liu Chuanfeng did not say any more. He felt that was enough. A trace of gentleness flickered in his gaze, but it held no pity, no commiseration, not even sympathy.
He figured that a woman like Zheng Manxi had no use for such emotions. After enduring so many years, she no longer needed them; her heart must have long since grown numb.
He simply sighed: "Do you need money?"
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