Regarding Bei Yun's twisted logic, Qiao Xiaomai naturally couldn't agree. "Your suffering comes from the heavens, but why should you shift your hatred onto those ordinary people? Those common folk are already living hard enough, why must you go and bring disasters upon them?"
"So should I go and harm the rich instead? They've had the good fortune of being born into wealth, why should I disturb their hard-earned prosperity?" Bei Yun said.
Xiaomai, grinding her teeth, asked, "Have you ever heard of 'robbing the rich to aid the poor'?"
"I have, but the richest family in Yuhu is the Duan family. They were the ones who let me first experience the joys of living; how could I possibly act against them." Bei Yun spread his hands. "As a country bumpkin, I became a distinguished guest of the Duan family; they allowed me to enjoy all the glory and wealth of this world, and I am very grateful to them."
Qiao Xiaomai "..."
There was no point in talking to him.
