Mr. Shan suddenly caught the key point and asked, "What's up, Little Yuanhou can't return to Beijing?"
Li Sanjiang's face changed as he took a deep puff of his cigarette.
"What are you doing, how did you lose the kid's Beijing household registration?"
"Shut up!"
"Don't scold me, I'll shut up, or I'll have a good talk with you about the benefits of a household registration."
Li Zhiyuan walked over to Mr. Shan and asked, "Mr. Shan, is your leg not serious?"
"Not serious, not serious, just need some rest," Mr. Shan replied, somewhat embarrassed, as he waved his hand.
He didn't know when he took the money last time, but later heard at the card table that the main player was the little kid, not the big one. His own Run Sheng was just running errands, the capital was still Little Yuanhou's, yet he had taken half the money.
Only the money was already lost, couldn't be repaid, *thinking about what he did was truly shameful to him.*
