Loo Jinyang pulled out a cigarette case, flicked the lighter but was not in the mood, so he put it back, his hand remained in the pocket with the cigarette case as he stared coldly at the person in bed.
"You're right, all the money of the Loo Family was earned by me. There are plenty of people trying to curry favor with me, plenty to flatter me, and some I need to flatter. Those who came today, all came for me, Loo Jinyang, for the face of the Loo Family. What do you count for, Loo Yao?"
Loo Yao's eyes glared fiercely.
His shameless expression seemed punctured by a thorn, festering inside, foul-smelling, just like his indulgent face after a night of revelry, so dark it overshadowed his natural complexion.
Loo Jinyang slightly raised his brow, regarding him with drooping eyes as if looking at trash.
