Liang Haoming nodded with a wooden expression, but his eyes held a joy that even he himself didn't fully understand. In his heart, he was probably happy that this person cared about him and was good to him. When he was sick or hurt, she would worry about him.
He lowered his head and wiped the blood off his hands. Then he touched the delicate pink scar on her cheek, and something seemed to flicker quickly through his eyes.
Hong Xiangjun watched the three share an intimate atmosphere and suddenly felt uncomfortable, inexplicably feeling as if she had been force-fed a mouthful of dog food.
"Alright, alright, it's getting late, and I'm tired. I'm going to go sleep," she yawned, deciding it was better not to stick around and torture herself. So she divided the day's earnings into two, left Dong Huiying's share, and took her own with her as she left.
Liang Yuening stared at the large package of silver on the table, feeling rather astonished. "That must be over a hundred taels, right?"
