"Luowa is my child. Why would I need other children? If I had no money, would those women still flock to me, a cripple? They love money, not me as a person. Don't ever bring this up again, and stop mentioning the family lineage. The disgraceful Yi family cutting off its bloodline isn't worth mourning."
"Second Master..."
"Don't say another word! You've been with me for so many years; I thought you understood me the best. Turns out, you aren't even as perceptive as that girl Huo Li."
"Sigh..." Uncle Li let out a long sigh, turned around, and retreated to his room.
Yi Weiyang stood in the living room and looked up towards Yi Luowa's bedroom. He saw Huo Li leaning against the railing, watching him.
Huo Li gestured for him to keep quiet and quickly descended the stairs. "Stop being mad. Yell any louder and you'll end up waking Luowa."
Yi Weiyang chuckled, "That girl—once she's asleep, she wouldn't wake up even if there was a thunderstorm."
