"Who are you telling to get lost? Your life was given by me; without me, where would you be..."
Lady Li was accustomed to scolding her son, and naturally felt displeased when her son spoke to her in such a manner, continuing to berate Li Fuyou incessantly.
Listening to his mother's scolding, Li Fuyou's brow furrowed deeply, his face as cold as frost, and he spoke, "Amo, take her back to her room. Without my permission, she is not allowed to come out."
"Yes, young master." Amo obeyed and approached Lady Li.
Lady Li crossed her arms in front of her chest, holding herself haughtily. She snorted coldly, "Hmph, you dare lay hands on me, you dog of a servant?"
"My apologies, madam." After saying this, Amo grabbed Lady Li's arm and forcefully dragged her towards the house. Amo had long been displeased with the way the lady treated the young master, and now, at last, the young master had begun to fight back.
