Ye's Clubhouse, top floor private room.
It's hard to imagine that the most "luxurious" private room in Ye's Clubhouse, which is the top floor, would be so simple, just like the living room of an ordinary residential building in the 1980s.
The four walls are all snow white, and the floor is covered with a layer of cement, with the tables and chairs even somewhat rickety.
A thin layer of spiderwebs has formed next to an ordinary incandescent lamp on the ceiling.
"Young friend, care for a drink?" Li Hentian smiled as he opened the cap of a Moutai bottle beside the table in the center of the room.
"Your blood pressure's a bit high; it's better not to drink this stuff." Ye Huan propped his chin with his hand, sitting casually opposite Li Hentian, casually saying.
High blood pressure?
Li Hentian sighed, "As expected of a disciple of 'that elder.' Not only are your kung fu skills excellent, but your medical skills are also exceptional. You spotted my condition at a glance."
