Hearing this, Charlee Ford couldn't help joking with him. She joked, "What? You, young master, have begun to sympathize with these people?"

"What is there to sympathize with?" Chang Sheng hung down his eyes and fiddled with the herbs in his hand. "He died, I died, and we were half a catty."

When he finished speaking, there was a silence in the kitchen, and Charlee Ford was speechless for a while.

After a long time, Chang Sheng shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said, "He has at least a mother who loves him. If you look at my Charlie again, it would be good for me to meet him several times...