"Dad, is what Mom said true?"
Li Xiang looked at Li Shuanzhu in bewilderment.
He needed an answer, a matter of life and death.
Li Shuanzhu avoided his son's eyes, unable to face the expression on his son's face, as if he had committed an unimaginable crime. Who could blame him? Not even his three children, because while he had let everyone down, he had never wronged the three of them.
So Li Shuanzhu avoided Li Xiang's gaze, coldly staring at Liu Hong, his eyes seemingly capable of killing her.
This woman had made him a laughing stock today.
And this daughter didn't even recognize her own father.
"Liu Hong, do you really want to do this?"
Li Shuanzhu felt that Liu Hong was ungrateful. He had already given so much, and still she didn't appreciate it. Did she really think he couldn't handle her?
"Yes, I want to do this, to expose your true colors, to let everyone see how ugly the Li Family truly is. I want to see what kind of person you, Li Shuanzhu, are without my money."
