Men are profiteers.

Ding Bao could see desire in his eyes, spitting out his scarlet tongue at himself like a snake.

He couldn't be trusted.

His feelings could not be believed.

So when he offered to marry himself, Ding Bao realized that he had to part ways with this dangerous pervert.

The man smiled, brushed the broken hair from his face behind his ears, and shook the wine glass in front of him.

"You have to take my sincere feelings for you as taking advantage of the relationship, Bao'er, I'm very sad."

Ding Bao looked at him.

"I don't care who takes advantage of whom, and I don't care how sincere your feelings are, Zhao Tangli, you know so much about the upper class circles in City B, then let me ask you, do you know that in the upper circles, those rich people raise children in orphanages to treat themselves?"

Zhao Tangli stared at her, without saying a word, and there were many vague emotions hidden in his eyes.

Ding Bao is used to probing people's hearts.

His eyes told her that Zhao Tangli knew these things, and he probably knew a lot.

"Where did you hear the Arabian Nights? Does that sound like a crime? ”

Zhao Tangli sat back in his place, his tone slight.

Ding Bao knew that he would hide it, after all, they were all people in a circle, and he had seen a lot of pickled things, maybe there was a kick in him.

"You knew from the beginning that my brother was taken by those people, didn't you?"

Zhao Tangli raised his eyes silently, and the jumping light in his eyes slowly fell silent.

"Ding Bao, why are you biting like a puppy?"

"I just want to find my brother, I won't care about the rest, I won't say much, I just need you to help me find Fei Chuanwen's son, and I'll do the rest myself."

"You're coming?"

The man slowly lowered his knife and fork, and through the candlelight, his gaze was gloomy.

"That's all guesswork, right?"

Ding Bao didn't speak, and listened to him continue.

"You don't have evidence, you just go to people based on what you have in your head, even if everything you guess is true, so what? Can you fight Fei Chuanwen, or can you fight hundreds of people of the same class as him? ”

A man's mouth hides honey and poison.

"Ding Bao, I have always thought that you are a very wise person, you don't measure yourself, and you are a car with your mantis arm, I thought this kind of thing would never happen to you."

His words confirmed Ding Bao's conjecture.

It also shows the cruelty and despair behind this.

"You are the only one, what do you take to find the truth?"

Is the truth really heavy?

Even if we knew, it would only increase despair and helplessness, is it really necessary to know?

"Bao'er, it's enough to live well, don't think about those marginal things, your brother is lost, maybe he is living happily in someone's house now, if you lack love, I can make up for this love for you."

After speaking, Ding Bao on the opposite side put down the tableware in his hand, and looked at Zhao Tangli's eyes, burning with frightening heat and paranoia.

"I'm alive now, no different from dead. Rather than live in such ignorance, I would rather die on the way to find the truth. ”

It's not just for stupidity.

Or for herself.

For the sake of those who have left themselves one by one.

They make up her life, although it is not perfect and it is still very dark, but with them, Ding Bao can find a purpose to continue to live.

And now, the fragments that make up his life are disappearing piece by piece.

She had to find a new reason to continue living.