"...Haojie, you live so frugally, yet I take money to donate to the Orphanage, is this, is this——"
Unable to hold back, Qu Anni finished packing her luggage and put it to one side. She sat down next to He Tiantian, gently pinched her son's chubby cheeks, and whispered.
"Oh, it's different. The frugality is only what you see on the surface, in fact, I live quite comfortably within the organization."
She was simply reluctant to spend her own money; once outside, she frequented the restaurants and rode in luxury cars, all paid for by the traitors, hooligans, and profiteers.
"That bunch of bastards, no matter how much they curse me in their hearts, they all show me the utmost respect to my face!"
He Tiantain boasted with pride, "So you see, I'm not suffering at all outside."
Yet outside, so many of the common people were suffering.
There were also the soldiers of the Red Party, starving and freezing, yet still bearing arms to fight against the invaders.
