Butler Zhong nodded. "All right." Then he turned and left.
When only Old Master Xiao and Xiao Li remained, Old Master Xiao roared angrily, "That's enough! I'm not dead yet, what are you wailing for!"
Xiao Li's face stiffened at the rebuke, and indeed, he didn't dare make another sound.
Old Master Xiao continued, "Look at you, a man..." What was he going to say? Now he was so angry he couldn't speak. After all, this was his own son, yet day after day, he stirred up such trouble. His anger burned inside, with nowhere to vent it.
Xiao Li pleaded, "Father, he's my only son. If Ashuo can't get out, I won't be able to live either."
"You, you..." Old Master Xiao stammered, utterly disappointed with Xiao Li. A grown man threatening to die. He couldn't understand it. They were all his children, so how could Xiao Li be so effeminate? It was bad enough that Xiao Li himself was like this, but to think his son was the same—utterly devoid of any manly spirit!
