Zhang Yang nodded. "Of course. Without income, how can we help the weak? Although we're doing public welfare, we still have to ensure our survival first. Otherwise, how can we continue? There are still so many weak people waiting for us to help. How can we ignore them and stand by?"
He was high and mighty. The more he spoke, the more sense he made.
Perhaps he had even convinced himself.
His voice became louder and louder as he said to all the reporters, "Therefore, at that time, we thought that Lu Bei had done something wrong and wanted to mediate things in private. We hoped Lu Bei could pay Wang Jiarou a sum of money to help her get through the crisis. I don't think there's anything wrong with that. Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, we naturally can't ask Lu Bei for money like before. However, I've also made it clear that I apologized to Lu Bei. I wonder what else is there to doubt?"
