"Without this, even if I don't starve to death, I'll be beaten to death tomorrow."
Chen Ping said sincerely, his face filled with helplessness.
Completely unaware of the relationship or connections this suddenly appeared woman had with his predecessor, he decided to play the victim.
Anyway, portraying himself as pitiful was always a good idea.
Women, after all, admire the strong and pity the weak; as long as either one was even remotely plausible, their attitude wouldn't be any worse.
"Where's the silver I gave you?"
The figure in the tree flashed before him, moving with incredible speed, almost imperceptible to Chen Ping.
A veil covered the lower half of her face, revealing only a pool of clear, autumn-like eyes.
The woman's gaze lingered on Chen Ping's injured leg, a complex emot
