"Yu Brother must be laughing at me, I, Liu Ermao, am good for nothing! I can only stick to my old job of debt collection that I used to do at Lianyun Port, otherwise, I'd just have to live off my old man's retirement fund."
"The fifty thousand I made from selling the shop, about ten thousand went to my father's treatment, and the rest I gave to him. Now he keeps it all to himself and won't give me a dime."
Liu Ermao had a cigarette in his mouth, leaning on the windowsill, his face filled with melancholy.
He offered a cigarette to Gu Yu, but Gu Yu waved his hand and declined, "I don't smoke."
"How's your father doing now?"
After learning about what Liu Ermao was up to, Gu Yu casually inquired about Liu Ermao's father's condition.
Since arranging the neurosurgery for Old Liu through Dai Zhengguo, he hadn't asked about the matter again.
He didn't know how the old man was doing now, but from the way Liu Ermao was talking, it seemed Old Liu must have gone home.
