"Why are you so heartless? I am indeed happy."

Wang Jin glared at Zhao Guangming.

"I have a job, my sister's illness is resolved, and my mother can also enjoy the blessings. Aren't I happy?"

"You... I am over thirty and I am not as stressed as you. I feel like you are more like a middle-aged person... By the way, have you really thought about it?"

"Well, the only impressions I have of my father are photos and tombstones. I also want to find out why he disappeared without any reason."

"I'm going to die."

"I know, but you gave me too much."

“Do people die for money?”

"Ha, right."

The two of them walked unsteadily towards Ping'an Building, the cold wind making Wang Jin shiver.

"The company...didn't match...you a car?"

Wang Jin was so cold that he couldn't speak fluently.

"It works...I don't think it's a waste of gas..."

Zhao Guangming was not much better, his legs were shaking but he still walked forward step by step.

"You can spend 50,000 yuan to do good deeds, but you can't bear to give up a few dozen yuan for gas?"

Wang Jin squinted his eyes and looked at Zhao Guangming, who was shrinking his neck, and suddenly felt that he didn't know what to say to him.

Two hours later, at half past twelve in the afternoon.

Two people who were numb from the cold appeared at the door of Ping An Building, startling Zhang Yi who was waiting.
Chapter completed!