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Cheng Shi frowned slightly and still did not reply.
"It seems you don't know.
After Zhao Xiaogua came of age, he once returned to the orphanage with his pocket money and donated it all unconditionally, an amount almost equivalent to the orphanage's entire annual expenses.
That was also the time when Little Seven proposed wanting to lend you a hand, because he always remembered that you treated him pretty well back at the orphanage.
Your director was also an interesting fellow, beaming with joy when collecting the money, yet pushing you away with endless excuses when you were brought up. I don't know what kind of fascinating story lies in between, but under Little Seven's insistence, the orphanage still helped him find... your father.
Well, it seems you didn't know this either; Zhao Xiaogua once donated a sum of money to your father."
"???"
There was even something like this?
How come I never saw this money? Did the old man pocket it himself?
Cheng Shi blinked, and the image of that "extraordinarily thrifty" father surfaced in his mind once more.
Sun Miao did it on purpose. He paused for a long time, observing Cheng Shi's reaction continuously until he saw nothing at all before reluctantly continuing:
"Your father refused him and told him this:
A person with hands and feet can earn their own food and drink. It doesn't matter how much one makes, but no donations are needed, and charity is needed even less.
Instead of having this money, you'd be better off going out to save a few more children who need saving.
I guess it was after hearing these words that Zhao Xiaogua was inspired, and from then on the idea of running his orphanage sponsorship fund was born."
Hearing this, the smile on Cheng