Four people gathered.
With only their own people around, Li Changzhou couldn't help but sigh, "When I was a child, I knew whether someone was good or bad, but as I grew older, it became harder to tell. Sometimes I think good people are too naive, and sometimes I think bad people are driven to it, having their own difficulties."
"There's no need to clearly distinguish whether others are good or bad," Yang Qinglan said with a gentle smile, her voice filled with tenderness, "As long as we can live and live comfortably, that's enough."
Turquoise Pool also laughed, "Why overthink it? Anyone who makes us uncomfortable is a bad person."
"Sister Yao, that's completely a villain's way of thinking," Li Qianxia teased.
"Well, it's a necessity, even bad people have their own hardships," Turquoise Pool said, more mocking Li Changzhou's melancholy than explaining.
