Chen Xiang widened her eyes in surprise. "Even if you get the money, will your conscience be okay? Can you sleep peacefully in the middle of the night? Aren't you afraid that someone will knock on the door in the middle of the night?"
Faced with Chen Xiang's question, He Dahai's face turned green and then red before finally turning into a trace of anger. He thought that Chen Xiang would support him, but he did not expect her to have such a huge reaction. She did not even want the hundred taels of silver that was readily available.
He Dahai's face was a little pale as he said, "As long as there's money, I can sleep peacefully. Don't you want to live a better life? As long as we have this money, we won't have to worry about others looking down on us when we go out!"
He had lived a poor life enough. As long as you were poor, everyone would look down on you. Some people would not even look at you.
