A while later, Li Fugui finally came upstairs.
Amo opened the door and called respectfully, "Eldest Young Master."
This form of address, "Eldest Young Master," Li Fugui hadn't heard in a long time.
Li Fugui walked in just like that, went straight to sit by the bed. There was no gloating on his face, only calm.
"What are you planning to do from now on?"
Such a question left Li Fuyou very surprised—surprised that he was so calm. He'd done so many evil things; shouldn't Fugui be raising a fuss right now, beating and cursing him?
He couldn't help asking, "You don't hate me?"
"Of course I hate you!" Li Fugui answered without hesitation.
How could he not hate the man who killed his father and mother, who drove Xiaotian away and tore their family of three apart for so many years?
He wished he could hack him to pieces, tear him apart by horses.
But seeing him now, sick to this point, almost at death's door…
