This sentence was flattering, but Cheng Weiyue did not want to dwell on how much of it was praise and how much was insinuation.
"Thank you for your compliments, Uncle."
Her tone was indifferent, revealing no worry or fear.
Zhou Bingquan, intrigued, tapped his cane that was carved with embossed patterns, his voice giving nothing away, "It's not really a compliment, all true sentiments. After all, in these times everyone bends over backward for mere survival, yet Miss Cheng doesn't seem to care much for such materialistic things. You even rejected the gift I offered you so decisively."
"I'm just an ordinary person, not as untouched by worldly matters as you say, Uncle." Cheng Weiyue knew that since Zhou Jingwei's father had found her, he must also know why she initially chose to stay by Zhou Jingwei's side.
Her voice remained calm, very earnest, "It's just that what Uncle offered is not what I care about."