Li Fuyou, sitting in the carriage, had a face pale as death, having heard every sobbing word his mother had just said.
He could hardly believe it—his mother had been unfaithful to his father for many years. Who was he, then, the son of? Even he began to doubt his own lineage.
Seeing that Li Fuyou remained silent, Lady Li's face twisted with malice. "I'm talking to you! Are you deaf? Did you sell the tavern?"
As Li Fuyou still said nothing, Lady Li started cursing, "You useless son, a waste of space! The Li Family has only been in your hands for a few days, and you've already run it into the ground, haven't you?"
"All of the Li Family's property belongs to me, give me back my Silver."
"How much did you sell the tavern for? Hand it over, now."
"I'm speaking to you, have you gone mute?"
"Don't you play dumb with me. Without me, where would you be?"
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