Chapter 283: Extremely Wicked Disciple (Villain)
When alive, in everyone's eyes, I was a bad person. Heart obsessed with profit and desire, morals corrupted.
But I, understand right and wrong, know my original heart.
I clearly know, everyone has times of being forced with no alternative, circumstances making it unavoidable.
Understanding them, even more understanding me.
I was born in a wealthy family, received higher education, possessing excellent character.
When young seeing a stray dog on the roadside, I felt it was very pitiful, buying it several steamed stuffed buns. It bit me.
This world, not everyone can understand your kindness.
Growing up, one will encounter many things, forcing you to make choices.
Just taking nail households (holdouts) for example, the price I initially gave them was two million. But these people were not satisfied, insisting on eight million. Not giving, the Old Man exactly lay on the ground, firmly grasping pesticide in his hand.