In a small, red clay pavilion at Sea City, there was the refreshing fragrance of tea.
Bu Li's movements were simple and unadorned, full of charm.
"Little Li, are you going to leave again after coming back this time?" Bu Ruotian asked.
It had been a few months since the surgery. He had recovered exceptionally well, and his face had regained a ruddy luster.
"Since ancient times, contentment has been a source of joy. You've already earned enough money for several lifetimes so there's no need to work so hard anymore." Sitting opposite Bu Ruotian was a middle-aged, refined man.
His face was thin and angular. However, there was a hint of sternness in his refined manner. Despite that, his words were soft and gentle, making people feel delighted.
"Brother, you're open-minded. I've worked hard all my life. Seeing you so carefree, I'm really envious," Bu Ruotian said.
