He's father is a businessman and understands that if he doesn't explain clearly, He Xuran has a thousand ways to deal with them.
He has been tormented during these times, his prisoner's clothing torn to shreds, and his body clawed repeatedly by Fu Meng, leaving wounds that have long been festering.
He closed his eyes and kowtowed heavily.
"Master, please grant this humble one a swift end."
"I dare not hide anything."
"It's my son!"
He's father spoke without hesitation: "He has a gambling addiction, gets drunk after losing money, and every time he drinks himself into a stupor. I've beaten and scolded him, but it's really beyond my control."
"My wife is deeply superstitious of the witch, unable to tolerate Lady Xiao. Hong'er, as her husband, failed in his duties and took his anger out on her. That night, he came home drunk, I had someone prepare some sobering soup, and sent Lady Xiao to take him away."
