But later, she didn't really do it and couldn't make up her mind.
"Okay, okay, let's talk about anything tomorrow. I'm exhausted from working all day. I need to rest early." Li Bing said, pushing Li Yirui out.
"Don't forget about meeting tomorrow!" Li Yirui said a few words before leaving.
Hearing the bedroom door close, Li Bing wiped his body with a frown and said some unclear words, mostly scolding Jiang Zhihao.
Who made you behave so well, make people think about you all the time, take advantage of others, and be unwilling to take responsibility? What a bastard!
Jiang Zhihao was completely devastated. If he knew that he was scolded like this by Li Bing behind his back, he would probably faint in the toilet from crying.
After leaving the villa area, Jiang Zhihao stood on the roadside waiting. Before he could wait for the rental, a Maybach parked on the roadside.
The car window fell, and Li Tianyuan's face was revealed. He said with some surprise: "Mr. Jiang? Long time no see!"
With that said, Li Tianyuan got out of the car.
The eldest son of Li, one of the top three collectors in Jiangbei, last met at an antique auction. At that time, even Tao Guoan and Jiang Zhihao were not familiar with each other. In the blink of an eye, a long time had passed.
Seeing Li Tianyuan again, Jiang Zhihao couldn't help but think of those things about the Li family.
According to the memories of the previous life, the current Li family should have entered chaos.
When he first met Li Tianyuan, Jiang Zhihao didn't have the strength to ask about the Li family's affairs. Of course, it's a little difficult for him to ask now. But compared to before, at least he has the confidence to ask.
"Mr. Li, I haven't seen you for a long time. I didn't expect to see you here." Jiang Zhihao said with a smile.
Li Tianyuan nodded excitedly: "Yes, I just happened to come here to take care of my father's funeral affairs. It was really a surprise to see Mr. Jiang."
Funeral?
Jiang Zhihao couldn't help but ask: "Is your father already?"
Li Tianyuan's expression suddenly became a little sad, and he sighed: "My father was bedridden for a long time after the car accident. He was stubborn and unwilling to live like this. One day, when no one was around, he suddenly opened the window and jumped out. Later I found out,
He suffered from severe depression during this period. Alas, as a son, I am really unfilial. I didn’t even know that my father had such a mental illness. The son wants to support but cannot be loved. This sentence is something I have just said now.
It’s really a bit of experience.”
Jiang Zhihao was silent for a moment, and then said: "It is indeed unfortunate. Mr. Li expresses his condolences and accepts the change."
"No matter how much I blame others for what has happened, it's useless. I can only cheer myself up as much as possible. Someone always has to do a lot of things at home," Li Tianyuan said.
After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Zhihao asked: "Mr. Li is here this time to ask the Song family for a calligraphy and painting that your father collected back then?"
Li Tianyuan was startled when he heard this, and couldn't help but said in astonishment: "How did Mr. Jiang know?"
"I had the honor to meet your father back then, and I knew that he lent the calligraphy and painting to the old man of the Song family for appreciation, and he never asked for it back." Jiang Zhihao explained briefly.