"Yes."
For some reason, Duan Shengxuan fixed his gaze on Ben Shaming when answering this question.
Ben Shaming, who had the instincts of a killer, was indeed more perceptive than the average person. Thus, under this gaze, Ben Shaming sensed a hint of—vigilance in Duan Shengxuan's eyes.
Ben Shaming was momentarily at a loss as to why Duan Shengxuan would suddenly become wary.
Duan Shengxuan then shifted his gaze, as if that moment of wariness was just a figment of Ben Shaming's imagination.
"Yes, after the elderly person here passed away, the place became deserted, with no one to inherit it. Later, a massive fire occurred unexpectedly, and the townspeople came to help extinguish it. Quite a few people were injured. After I arrived, I bought the property and reconstructed it to its former state, setting up a rule to treat burn patients free of charge."
Duan Shengxuan glanced around with a touch of melancholy.
