Differential Treatment

"Thank you, grandpa!" Xia Xibei smiled sweetly.

She had a good impression of the old man.

No matter what purpose the old man had for being so friendly to her, it was enough as long as he treated her well.

Sometimes, when one's own strength was not enough, one could not blame others for being cold to oneself.

After all, it was a world where only the strongest survived.

Xia Xibei, after experiencing the second world, was even more convinced of this statement.

Only when you were strong enough could you make others look at you differently.

If you were not good enough, how could you have the nerve to ask others to be kind to you? Not being bullied would be good enough.

"You're welcome," the old man smiled. "If there is anything you want, just tell your uncle, he will help you out."

"Grandpa, I want some too."

Seeing the old man so happy, Qi Xiangyuan could not help but also ask.

"What do you want?"