Xu Qianli subconsciously rubbed the goosebumps on his arm.
"Damn, what do you mean I have to take responsibility for you, you talk like you're some broad and I'm the guy who doesn't acknowledge her after putting on his pants."
"Look at you, wrapped up in alcohol and women, your body must be hollowed out."
"I think uncle did a good job; you, on the other hand, just got too accustomed to your privileged life in Beijing. You should get out and gain some experience."
"Running into you here in Quyang City, what, planning to carve out a new future here?"
As Xu Qianli asked that, Zhan Zhixing started unbuttoning his collar and began spilling his miseries.
According to him, when he got kicked out of Beijing, his old man gave him five billion to start a business. But he was not meant for business at all. Coupled with his fun-loving personality, leaving Beijing with money was like a wolf breaking free from its chains; he was utterly jubilant.
