"I arrived early." Shi Yu said as he pulled a gold card from his trouser pocket and handed it to the old man, "Use this money for your charity as usual this year."
The old man took the gold card from him and smiled, "You and your brother are both good in every way, except for being too careless about money."
Shi Yu handsomely put his hands back into his pockets, still standing up straight: "When it comes to spending money on you, the amount doesn't matter."
"Alright, alright."
Although it was just a simple phrase, it was music to the old man's ears and naturally made him very happy.
He knew his grandson well; he had never been one to sweet-talk, always proving his abilities through actions instead.
Back when he first entered society, the old man had been worried about him, afraid he wouldn't understand the ways of the world, scared his reserved nature would offend his opponents or business partners.
