This night, some people are destined to find no peace. Tang Jingwei limped onto the riverbank. Since escaping to this place, he had been trying to piece together everything that had happened, but he still had no clue.
The wind by the river was strong. Not far away, a bald man was sitting cross-legged by a pile of fire, puffing exaggeratedly on a pipe.
Tang Jingwei still had a few poor relatives. He cherished old relationships and treated these poor kin well. For a long time, he had been supporting them, and when he encountered a crisis, he thought not of the wealthy and powerful, but of these people.
Some people can share wealth, but definitely cannot endure hardships together. Those worthy of trust and reliance are often old acquaintances during times of hardship.
