It had to be said: children raised in poverty and children raised in wealth were worlds apart.
Cheng Shi still wore the "innocent smile" he had kept from childhood, while the Little Seven standing opposite him... No, he should be called Du Qiyu now.
A trace of imperceptible gloom and astonishment flashed through Du Qiyu's eyes.
Perhaps he had never expected that Little Ten from back then would still be alive—that he would have survived in this cruel Faith Game until now.
After growing up, he had also gone to the orphanage to make inquiries. When he learned that his best childhood friend had been sold to an old scrap collector for the exorbitant price of three thousand yuan, he had been stunned for quite some time.
Ha. Three thousand yuan. What a valuable prize. It was enough to buy a glass of wine from his usual dinner table.
Whenever he thought of this matter, Du Qiyu felt that lies really could change a person's entire life.
He had never regretted it, in any sense of the word.
Now that he was seeing Little Ten again, Du Qiyu's sharp gaze swept over Cheng Shi from head to toe. The other man was still as good-looking as he had been in childhood. Hmph, but what use was being good-looking?
His heart was filled with disdain, yet the hand propping up his cheek covered the wound on his face even more tightly.
Those damn things. Did they really have to slash his face at a time like this?!
Little Seven was filled with savagery, but his eyes still looked exceptionally clear, even carrying a hint of pleasant surprise.
His gaze skimmed over Cheng Shi's fingers again. When he saw the three gaudy rings Cheng Shi wore, he almost snorted aloud.
As expected,