To others, it might have been nothing more than tens of thousands of yuan, but to Old Master Lian, it was the effort of an entire lifetime.
Now, the work of a lifetime had vanished overnight. Old Master Lian, who had suffered his whole life, broke down and chose to poison himself.
Of course, what he perhaps could not accept even more was becoming a burden to his grandson...
Wiping away his tears, Lian Sheyi climbed to his feet and heavily kowtowed toward the bed.
"Don't worry, Grandpa. This won't end here." A fierce glint flashed through Lian Sheyi's eyes.
Although the culprit had long since fled by the time the police investigated the hideout, Lian Sheyi knew Lu Li should have information about that organization.
After all, Lu Li had been the one to tell him about it in the first place. Now, perhaps Lu Li was the only one who could help him.
In this world, poor families tended to take death rather calmly. Lian Sheyi did not hold a funeral for his grandfather.
First, because he had no money. Second, because there was no need.
After hurriedly burying his grandfather, Lian Sheyi hailed a taxi.
"Anmin District, East Suburbs," Lian Sheyi said hoarsely.
Seeing the youth radiating a chilly aura, the taxi driver promptly replied, "All right."
Lian Sheyi lived in the North Suburbs, which was not too far from Lu Li's home.
Twenty minutes later.
Looking at the Small Courtyard before him, a trace of envy flashed through Lian Sheyi's eyes.
Though Lu Li, like him, had lost his parents at a young age, Lu Li's family circumstances were far better than his.
He gently knocked on the door, feeling somewhat nervous.
When he had Called the Police before, he had not mentioned Lu Li. He