Leng Youchen silently opened the thermos, the milky white pigeon bone soup was fragrant and thick. As he ladled the soup into a bowl, he glanced at her and said, "Do you care?"
When he was exiled to Aisha Island, stripped of all power, it was as if a martial arts master had his meridians severed, reduced to a cripple relying on his family's charity to survive.
Should he leave Aisha Island without permission, he would be disowned by his family, left without their protection and even become their sworn enemy, marked for death by all.
Thus, in the nearly half a year since his family had abandoned him, his morale plummeted. If not for the intense hatred sustaining him, he might have died long ago.
But now, his influence spanned the globe, and even without his family's protection, he could still walk tall in this world. Yet these things, he did not wish to let her know just yet.
