The father with his face wrapped in gauze, the angry Master Ma Guangming, shouted so much that his own face hurt.
At this moment, he was venting at his son in the hospital's top-tier private room.
What could Ma Liandong do?
Everything he had came from his father; he could only endure it.
The grandson lowered his head, stood in front of his father, and shook his head, "But I don't get it, are there really people who don't love money these days?"
"You understand nothing! This isn't just any rich kid that money can deal with. To gain their favor and complete forgiveness, as well as forge new connections, it's really impossible. Sigh..."
"Uh... this..." Ma Liandong was a bit stunned, but still somewhat indifferent, "Our family is already doing well, why bother seeking more connections, sigh..."
