"Bro! Enough! I'll buy you a drink!"
Liu Xiangnan shook his head at Feng Lin; he felt tired, working so hard.
He hadn't even had the chance to care for his parents; all the money he earned went to her.
And this was what he got in return.
"Don't call me materialistic; you should say that this era is materialistic. No matter how hard you work in your whole life, you won't be as rich as Wang Shaogang was at his birth."
Ma Minrong said to Liu Xiangnan and then helped Wang Boqi towards the hotel.
"Bro! Let's go!"
Liu Xiangnan's fists were clenched tightly, and his body trembled.
Feng Lin had planned to go back, but given the situation, he decided to accompany him for a meal.
In Feng Lin's eyes, kind-hearted people had many privileges.
The two got into a car together, and Liu Xiangnan took Feng Lin to a roadside barbecue stall.
No sooner had he sat down than he shouted, "Boss, bring us twenty bottles of beer to start!"
"Alright! Handsome, what would you like to eat?"