A Clay Buddha Crossing the River

Inside the black Beetle, Wang Li slowly lit a cigarette, but soon stubbed it out.

He even sprayed some air freshener to get rid of the lingering smell in the car.

If Ren Yisheng had no special means of transportation, Wang Li's little car, worth forty-eight thousand yuan, would soon carry the important man to the Phoenix Creek Medical Club.

It might also carry his grandfather, whom he had not seen in over ten years.

Wang Li wasn't worried that he had forgotten what his grandfather looked like after all this time. For someone like his grandfather, ten years was not enough to change his appearance at all.

Whatever he had looked like ten years ago, his grandfather would look the same now.

Whether his grandfather would still recognize him as his grandson, though, was another matter.

After all, a young man could change beyond recognition as he grew up, and both his build and appearance had changed drastically.

Of course, his once-happy life had also taken a turn for the worse.

After being banished from his Lineage, he had even sold his shares in the company and become a gambler through and through.

Wang Li wanted a cigarette so he could sort out his life. He also wanted to ask his grandfather whether a kid like him still had any hope.

His head was a tangled mess.

When Wang Li came back to his senses and saw on his watch that ten minutes had passed, he couldn't help sticking his head out the car window.

Faint knocking and the indistinct sound of someone calling out drifted down from the sixth floor, making Wang Li frown.

Zhang Xuezhou had been knocking for too long.

"Has he gone crazy?"

Wang Li didn't think any unlucky kid in Western Capital would dare