Xie Li knew Meng Xiao was wavering. The glint in his eyes flashed under his gold-rimmed glasses, and he said, "Meng Xiao, I used to live near Tianqiao, where I slept with the wind blowing from all four directions. I was broke, survived on other people's leftovers and drunk their leftover alcohol. We've both suffered, we both don't have any support, and we both have to claw our way to the top."
"Think about your brother's thirty years of mortgage payments, then think about the mansion that you live in, yet you can't even afford to buy a house."