Thinking this, Fang Ze quietly looked around the meeting room again. There were quite a few people with the same emotions in the meeting room.
After all, as an heir of the Si Family, he had value, but not very high. At most, he could add some fun to the dull East Regulated Area. How could it compare to the interests of new nobles!
Among them, perhaps only that old man was different.
After getting a thorough verification, the old man pretended to straighten his clothes and secretly wiped the corner of his eye, then he raised his head, looked at Fang Ze softly, and said, "Child. You've suffered grievance for so many years."
Upon hearing the old man's words, Fang Ze said, "Actually, it's not really a grievance. Because I only learned about all of this three months ago."
"Before this, I always thought that I was just a child growing up in a slum."
