Li Fuyou, having left the Dongfeng Restaurant, did not get directly into the carriage but punched a fist against the wall of the restaurant, his hand instantly smeared with blood, showing the tremendous force he had exerted.
"Young master," Amo expressed with concern.
At this moment, Li Fuyou was brimming with rage, the bone-chilling hatred distinctly visible in his eyes. Ever since his public humiliation last time, not a single thing had gone his way, and apart from Amo, he wished death upon everyone.
He punched the stone wall repeatedly, and his hand rapidly became tattered.
"Young master," seeing his own young master self-harming, Amo was full of heartache and reached out to stop him, advising his young master, "Young master, don't do this; 'Where there is life, there is hope.' For now, our priority should be to sell the restaurant. We can exact our revenge later."
A moment later, Li Fuyou finally calmed down and said in a low voice, "Amo, let's go home."
