บท 1139: I Care

In the past, the media had discussed the value of art, but after strong protests from fans, it was left unsettled.

This time, the media was clearly smarter. They started with "200 million" and compared it with the photos of the poor people.

On one hand, Xia Wanyuan could earn 200 million a year just by casually writing and painting. She lived in a super manor and lived in luxury, as if she was the favorite of the heavens and had never experienced the sorrow of the mortal world.

On the other hand, the bent old man with cracked hands picked up the plastic bottle in the trash can with one hand and the ten yuan he had earned from selling the bottle with the other.

In the heavy rain, he shrank his sleeves and hid under a tattered umbrella, just to sell the two vegetables in front of him.