"Master, walk slowly, and when I have time, I'll come to play chess with you again!"
Lin Fan, who personally drove, dropped off his master and Master's wife at their apartment building with a smile.
"Playing chess is fine, but don't bring this thing next time."
Mr. Gu, smiling, placed a bag on the seat. Lin Fan opened it and saw it was the fifty thousand yuan he had given.
"Master, this is a little token of a disciple's respect; you really should accept it!"
"I have no worries about food or drink, and I still have a salary, as well as a pension in the future. I don't need your money. Just visit me more often; that'd show more filial piety than anything."
Mr. Gu said with a smile, waving his hand, and Master's wife also nodded, "You're doing so well now, nothing could make your Master happier. Visit us more often in the future, play chess with your Master—that's better than giving money. I haven't seen him this happy in a long time."
