"…"
Song Shi was just making up an excuse. Was there really someone looking for the missing silver?
He pursed his lips, "I don't know. Someone probably picked it up already."
The latter looked regretful, but he did not believe it, "Young master, you're not lying to me, are you? You're really so rich that you don't care about the little bit you lost?"
"Piss off!"
Song Shi was not interested in explaining anything to this person.
"The wealthy are heartless!"
As he cursed, the refugee retreated awkwardly.
The goateed butler smiled mockingly. "Mortals are all like this. If they don't have enough food, warmth, or women to satisfy their lust, they will spend their entire lives pursuing wealth and glory. In fact, even if most people run around and work hard all their lives they probably will never get what they want. What do you think, Young Master?"
"Such are men."
