Su Qiao shook off his sleeve and stared at him with a faintly hostile look. "You want to help Cui Hu?"
"I..."
Han Feng hesitated.
It was normal to lend a hand when a companion was in trouble, but Cui Hu was a rotten person who had harmed Su Qiao again and again.
Su Qiao poked him in the chest with her finger. "Take a good look into your own heart. Do you really want to help him?"
She didn't believe he was truly some kind of pushover—a kindhearted person who didn't even know how to fight back when others bullied him.
Han Feng hesitated.
He indeed didn't really want to, but he was a good person. Surely he couldn't stand by and watch someone die, right?
"I... My family has been farmers for five generations. My ancestors were great philanthropists. My grandfather and my father both spent their entire lives treating others kindly."
"My father taught me from childhood that I had to be a good person, someone who could face his own conscience. So I... I can't just ignore him."
"..."
Su Qiao looked at this pushover and truly didn't know what to say.
How had she never realized that he possessed this kind of 'obnoxiously selfless' quality?
"Idiot."
"Look at your own appearance, and look at your hands. Your nails are clean and neat, and you don't even have a callus on your palms. Do you look like a farmer who digs for food in the fields every day? Do you look like someone who helps your father sell pork every day?"
Han Feng froze for a moment. He raised his hands and looked at them, then lifted his head in confusion. "I... I think I look pretty much like one."
Then, sounding a little aggrieved, he