At that moment, Xie Pinghuai became a little cuter in Xie Qiao's eyes.
To have sympathy was to have a conscience.
When she saw Xie Pinghuai looking at those disaster victims with disdain, she was quite worried.
"The rice was only two or three catties. If we talk about expensive things... Only that person was lucky enough to get two cotton-padded jackets. It was almost… A hundred cash," Xie Qiao said faintly.
Xie Pinghuai suddenly felt a bland taste in his mouth.
A small piece of his favorite snack cost a hundred cash.
The grasshoppers that he usually played with might cost at least tens of cash each, but he did not like them. The grasshoppers that he bought were almost all worth dozens of cash. In fact... he even bought a grasshopper worth a hundred cash in the past, but it was crushed to death by his eldest brother.
Xie Pinghuai felt a little guilty and suddenly buried his head.
