Can't Even Deal With This Kind of Trash Bug?

"Our situations are similar," Qin Han said.

"When my father was young, he mortgaged his family's house and borrowed a lot of money. In the end, he lost everything. His creditors chased him all the way to my grandmother's house with a kitchen knife. If my grandmother hadn't gotten an idea and acted like she had fallen to the ground, my father would have probably gotten one of his hands cut off."

Gao Zongyuan put down his cup. "When my parents started their business, I heard that they only slept three hours a day. When my father was working, he broke a finger straining it while working. Now, these people in the circle still call my father Gao Laojiu."

"Um…"

Liang Jinming hesitated for a moment and said with a smile,

"In comparison, our family's situation seems to be better. My grandfather was an engineer who repaired planes, so he didn't have to worry about food and drink. However, it wasn't easy for our family to start a business."