So, now, when Mo Lan has been dead for almost thirty years, he can't even remember what she looks like, and his past has almost forgotten it.

So he was silent for a while, and finally he could only sigh again: "She is really a good person."

"What a pity, good people don't live long."

Li Jingchuan sneered and listened to Li Guimo's voice, his heart became colder and colder:

"I have something else, so I won't chat with you for now."

He took a deep breath and his voice was faint: "I will ask Bai Luo to transfer 100,000 yuan to you."

"Hundreds of thousands!?"

Li Guimo on the other end of the phone instantly exploded: "Who is enough to spend 100,000 yuan?"

"Jingchuan, are you kidding?"

"You have hundreds of billions of assets in your hands, so I will give your biological father a hundred thousand yuan?"

"Are you afraid that people will laugh when they say it?"

Li Jingchuan sneered: "Mr. Li Guimo, if I remember correctly, after my grandmother passed away, the money my family would give you would be worth more than 20 million, which would be enough for you to live."

"In just one year, you have squandered more than 20 million yuan. Don't you feel embarrassed, but instead you feel embarrassed that I'll give you 100,000 yuan?"

"I remember, when my grandmother passed away, I had already made it clear to you when I gave you money and took away the money. From then on, no matter whether it was the Li Group or the Li family, they had no relationship with you."

"I give you 100,000 yuan, just because I see you pitiful, and begging me like a beggar, so I gave it to you."

"My compassion is only worth hundreds of thousands."

After saying that, he hung up the phone coldly.

Putting the phone on the table, Li Jingchuan smiled bitterly, leaned on the chair in a comfortable position, and silently closed his eyes.

The words hesitate when Li Guimo talked about his mother when he was calling.

This man has always said that he loves his mother the most and has always said that his mother is his life.

Even since childhood, Li Guimo has been complaining about him, saying that his birth led to his mother's difficult childbirth, his death, and his loss of his most beloved person in the world.

Li Jingchuan also believed it and always thought it was his birth that harmed his mother.

But now...

He finally saw clearly who Li Guimo was.

It’s not that he believes whatever Huo Tingchen said.

But...

If Li Guimo really likes his mother so much, why can't he say anything except saying that she is a good person when he took the initiative to mention her mother?

When his beloved passed away, he should seal all his memories, just like his family, how can he forget them easily?

Li Yue had left him for six years. During these six years, his longing for her became stronger and stronger, and her voice, appearance and smile were as if it was engraved in his heart.

But Li Guimo was obviously not in this state.

What he loves the most is himself.

"Jingchuan?"

At this time, Li Yue pushed open the door and walked in with a small biscuit.

Seeing his eyes closed with sadness, she sighed, walked over and put the plate down, and gently reached out to hold his hand:

"I know, you must be sad."

The woman held his hands with both hands: "When Huo Tingchen wakes up, let's have a good chat with him."
Chapter completed!