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"Don't say that, they're a pair of orphans and widows, quite pitiable, with no man in the house. A lot of things are inconvenient for them. Besides, as neighbors, it's just a small favor, nothing to make a big fuss about, right?" Hao Jian said. If it weren't for Sister Lan taking him in, he probably would have had to sleep on the streets.
At that time, he was pretty foolish too, getting pickpocketed right after getting off the plane, losing his wallet with all his bank cards and cash. The idea that the mighty God of Death had his wallet stolen by a pickpocket would be enough to make countless people laugh their heads off.
Back then, Sister Lan saw Hao Jian squatting downstairs at her building, smoking and catching the breeze. She called him into her home, prepared food for him, and arranged a place for him to stay; she even let him live there rent-free for the first month. Hao Jian has always remembered this kindness.
