The two cars stopped together at the villa entrance.
Li Xiujie got out of the car first, fawningly ran to open the door for Li Liangkai, "Grandpa, what brings you here today? Some kind of wind?"
Li Liangkai got out of the car, glared at Li Xiujie, and said coldly, "A typhoon!"
Li Xiujie chuckled and touched his nose, "Grandpa, you're joking. There's not a cloud in the sky for a typhoon."
Li Liangkai turned to Qin Zhengqi, who was getting out from the driver's seat, "Give orders to stop his expense card."
Qin Zhengqi: "Yes, sir."
"Don't, Uncle Qin." Li Xiujie knew it was useless to plead with Qin Zhengqi and turned to Li Liangkai, "Grandpa, if you cut my card, what will I eat and drink?"
"Isn't being a doctor your dream? Can't your dream support you?"
The hospital salary wasn't even enough for his monthly bar bills; how could it support him?
"Grandpa..."
"Move aside." Li Liangkai coldly interrupted.
Li Xiujie stood still, hoping to delay, "Grandpa, you can't..."
