Wei Xiao was in a good mood and waved his hand dismissively. "I can't say I'm brimming with confidence, but I'm reasonably assured. We'll have to support each other when we're in the capital."
Shen Jun held back his disdain and didn't snort derisively. Instead, he shifted the topic, inquiring, "It's merely a matter of owing money. It's not a substantial sum. The Wen family could probably borrow only a few hundred thousand yuan at most. Didn't your grandfather give them a million yuan? That should make it even. Furthermore, your grandfather took care of the funeral expenses for Old Master Wen."
"Even?" Wei Xiao's words came out slightly slurred, and his speech wasn't entirely clear. "Perhaps money can be even, but can lives? Can human lives?"
Growing increasingly impassioned, Wei Xiao downed another glass of wine. The fiery sensation made him shudder.
