"I am a businessman, not a philanthropist. Whether those orphans have a home to go to, whether they live or die—what does that have to do with me?" Rong Che asked, looking down at An Ruoxue with a cold, aloof posture as she stood before him.
"So cold."
Standing at the desk, An Ruoxue instinctively felt a piercing chill wash over her the moment Rong Che spoke. It was a biting wind that seeped straight into her bones. Just a moment ago, she had harbored a fleeting illusion that perhaps Rong Che's heart was not as cold as his exterior suggested.
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