The room was deathly silent.
Yu Fusheng sat motionless, a layer of gloom surrounding him, much like this lifeless old mansion, gradually heading towards decay at an invisible pace.
Yu Ruohuan walked in, her expression equally unpleasant. Her once elegant features were now overshadowed by a layer of gloom, rendering her features sharp and harsh.
She had been standing outside the window just a moment ago, and had heard the entire conversation between Li Tianxing and her father.
All this talk about borrowing fate and defying destiny, and karma's backlash was all nonsense. The fortune the Yu family presently enjoyed was clearly their destiny, a blessing from their ancestors, their rightful inheritance.
"Father, don't listen to that vile Taoist's nonsense."
The more Yu Ruohuan thought about it, the angrier she got. "I'll go kill him right now."
With those words, she turned around with a righteous fury.
"You stop right there," Yu Fusheng commanded sternly.
