Fang Che gave a wry smile, picked up his cup and drained it in one go: "Senior, these points… are they enough?"
"Enough! More than enough!"
Sikong Dou couldn't help giving a wry smile too: "Life's just helpless like that."
"So, all the things you've done, in my eyes, they're not even about making a profit. You're just playing at life, that's all. In other words, you're basically playing every single day. Playing however you like, without any scruples."
Fang Che said, "That's what I envy the most."
Sikong Dou finally squinted his eyes and laughed: "Kid's not bad."
He finally gave a compliment.
Because only Fang Che could see that he was playing.
Even Ningxue Sword thought he was a lunatic: steal it to sell, sell it and then steal it back to sell again, in the end it's only that little bit of money—if that's not a lunatic then what is?
But how would he know this old man's loneliness and this old man's joy!
