Arriving at the station, Old Li immediately demanded money.
But Li Peifeng was actually pleased. It's not scary to ask for money; what's scary is not doing anything. The urgency with which his dad was asking for money indicated that he could solve the problem with money.
"I don't have much money in my account right now, but in a week, I'll get my royalties, and I'll transfer the money to you first thing!"
"I still have to give credit?"
Li Qiyuan furrowed his brow, but the next moment, he was distracted by a Mercedes G-Class, and his eyes lit up: "Is this new?"
"Didn't you watch my lecture? I've explained it, someone gave it to me."
"Who?"
"Tianxuan."
"Bam~"
Li Qiyuan moved quickly; he was initially prepared to open the passenger door. As soon as he heard Li Peifeng's words, he took a big step forward and gave his son standing in front of the car a firm kick in the butt.
"Eh?"
