Li Tianhao froze harshly, a glint of disbelief flashing in his eyes. His eldest son, who never made a peep no matter how much he was beaten, had actually...
His eyes suddenly darkened. "Limit your interaction with your uncle," he said grimly, "and don't believe a word he says. You are my son; why would I harm you?"
Li Tianhao had never really bothered with his eldest son, nor did he understand anything about Li Jinnian—even his occupation or the kinds of difficulties he frequently faced were unknown to him.
In his eyes, Li Jinnian was an inconsequential being who neither hindered him nor posed any threat.
No son dared to defy his father, not to mention that he, as a father, held real power.
But the inconceivable happened, suddenly...
"No, you have harmed me." Li Jinnian's icy voice, like a sword just drawn from an abyssal chill, cleaved with a bone-chilling sharpness straight toward Li Tianhao's forehead.
The unimaginable occurrence silenced all noise from Li Tianhao.
