When Su Daonong saw Lin Xiao, the feeling of unease in his heart grew stronger. Coupled with what Xiao Shixiong had just said, a sense of panic began to emerge.
"Damn it, you filthy beggar! Why the hell are you in our house? Get out!" Su Qingkun yelled furiously.
Lin Xiao ignored him, acting as if he owned the place. He brazenly sat on the sofa and let his eyes drift nonchalantly toward Su Daonong.
Xiao Shixiong rose to his feet respectfully.
For some reason, seeing this sparked a strange thought in Su Daonong's mind. He feels as if Xiao Shixiong is somewhat afraid of Lin Xiao, this filthy beggar.
"Su Daonong, your nephew set my wife's bar on fire on your orders, didn't he?" Lin Xiao asked, getting straight to the point.
"Don't you dare make false accusations! I, Su Daonong, would never do such a despicable thing!"
