"Oh..." Upon hearing Tang Ye's words, Chen Zhouquan and the rest of the motorcycle gang showed disappointment in their eyes. Soon, someone asked, "Brother Nian, are you arranging a place for someone? Is that person a relative of yours?"
"Yes, yes, Brother Nian, you're so powerful, your relatives must live well, right?"
The look on Tang Ye's face was hard to decipher as he stared blankly at the scene ahead, images of various faces flashing in his mind. After some silence, he finally spoke, his voice slightly somber.
"Truthfully, I do not have any relatives. I've never had any from the start."
"No way?"
The motorcycle gang members were somewhat surprised, but did not ask further.
"I am a person who was abandoned. From the start, I have never known where I came from, who my relatives are, or even what the concept of 'relatives' means. The biggest difference between you and me is that you all have a place to return to, while I do not even know where I am going."
