"Son, son!"
Old Li, with a pipe in his mouth, pushed open the courtyard door.
He marched towards Li Hao, who was on the phone, with an angry look.
"Dad, what are you doing? I'm dealing with company matters."
Li Hao hurriedly hung up the phone, looking at Old Li with annoyance.
"Company matters can wait; the first thing you need to do tomorrow is to go get two truckloads of glazed tiles for me, and replace all the tiles of the old house. No, hire a construction team to come, tear down our house and rebuild it. Build a two-story house, no, three stories, better yet, make it five stories."
Old Li, with his hands behind his back, paced around the courtyard.
"Dad, are you drunk? Can you and mom really live in a five-story house?"
Li Hao rolled his eyes at him.
