Whether Li Baoguo actually had any savings was another story, but even if he did, there was no way he would have left them to Jiang Cheng.
Li Baoguo had never been able to get along with his eldest son because he cared for Li Hui in a uniquely steelworks way, and Li Hui returned it in kind. This was something Li Hui would’ve understood. The reason he was seeking out Jiang Cheng now probably wasn’t because he couldn’t find Li Baoguo’s savings, but rather to extort money from him.
Jiang Cheng had grown up in the big city. His old family got by comfortably. He had money from his adoptive parents sitting in a bank account. If Li Baoguo knew that, then Li Hui knew it too.
People like Li Hui were like chewing gum melting in the sun. There was no appealing to reason or sentiment with him—he would do what he wanted. Jiang Cheng couldn’t handle the likes of him. If anyone could, it was the young tyrant of the steelworks…
Gu Fei wheeled out his motorcycle instead of his bicycle and floored it all the way to Jiang Cheng’s apartment.