Screw the bankers.
If one has the ability to make the world a little better, why not do it? Even if it's just to satisfy one's own "hypocritical" sense of superiority, who cares!!!
Bystanders watching the scene were in an uproar.
"This kid is crazy; he's giving so much money to an orphanage, does he have a screw loose?"
"Exactly, that money would've been better off given to me."
"In your dreams, he's doing a good thing."
"I reckon he'll get killed by his parents when he gets home."
"Maybe he's really rich."
"Even if he is, he shouldn't be throwing money away like that."
"..."
Tang Qing didn't care about the good or bad comments. He didn't say much to the old man, who was the deputy director of the orphanage, before walking away.
Pan Yue watched Tang Qing's receding figure.
He quickly took all the money from his wallet and stuffed it into the donation box before hurriedly following him.
"Another fool."
"It seems like they know each other."
