Li Jinnian, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, didn't even frown. It was as if he was listening to a story that had nothing to do with him.
However, there was a hint of darkness in the depths of his cold black eyes.
Li Ronghuan took a deep breath of smoke and slowly blew out smoke rings. He extinguished the cigarette butt and then looked at the entrance of the Li family's old residence. He smiled slightly. "In order to make all of us leave the Li family, she even dared to make use of a seven-year-old child like you. It's been decades. It's time to settle the scores with them."
The car was cold and gloomy.
Li Jinnian was unmoved. He remembered everything that happened when he was young. He remembered being coaxed by Old Madam Li into carrying out a bowl of noodles meant for Old Master Li that she had mixed rat poison into. It was his birthday.
