Burn Some Spiritual Money to Communicate with the Dead

"Thank you."

"Why are you being so polite?" Li Maoshuang replied.

"Why don't we have dinner together tonight? It's my treat!"

"Sure."

The place they dined in town was rather busy. They hung out together and chatted.

"Are you still always on the hill?"

"This is the kind of life that I like." Wang Yao smiled and took a sip of his drink.

"Sigh. If I were him, I think I'd fall ill." Wei Hai smiled and took a sip of wine.

Ever since his illness was cured, he started to drink again. Of course, he had self control. He would not drink on normal days. He would only drink some when he had gatherings with family and friends. Furthermore, he was a lot more productive. He would have a reunion with his family, take his children around for a stroll, and go to his company occasionally.

"You're just not used to it. It'll be fine when you're used to it."

Ring, ring. Tian Yuantu's mobile phone rang.