He pursed his lips and stared intently at the girl before him—the one who had brought about such a change in his life:
"I want to make money, not beat them. I just don't want other people to look down on my mom."
His mother's whole life had been far too worthless.
He wanted to make something of himself, to shut the mouths of those who mocked his mother behind her back and make that heartless man regret everything.
Su Qiao patted his shoulder with an air of maturity. "That's right. Those people are all irrelevant. You don't need to compete with them at all. That would be giving them too much credit."
"Sometimes I feel like you're even older than me."
Gao Jinghui looked at her hand.
It was slender, pale, and small, yet it seemed to carry some kind of tremendous power, capable of giving him courage.
Su Qiao wasn't flustered in the slightest. Instead, she said with a touch of poetic sentiment:
"Different living environments and experiences have shaped who we are today. Aren't you also less childish than people your age?"
On the surface, he did look somewhat rebellious and unruly, with the impulsiveness typical of his age. His temperament was contrary and stubborn, but deep down, he possessed a steadiness that his peers lacked.
He was a walking contradiction.
At her words, Gao Jinghui was suddenly filled with delight at the thought that they were the same kind of people. "That's true."
"Go back quickly. It's getting late."
Su Qiao was planning to return and take a good look at the information Xiao Si had found for her about gold mines.
Although Gao Jinghui was a little reluctant to part, he still nodded. "Mm. Make sure you lock the door."
*
The next morning, Su