After a few roars, it seemed that Mod Lee's mood finally calmed down!
He quietly sat back in his chair, picked up the West Lake Dragon Well tea on the table, took a sip, and then looked at Li Qingcheng with burning eyes, waiting for the other party's response!
Li Qingcheng's complexion was uncertain, and his expression was filled with deep disappointment and a strong killing intent!
"Demu, it was I who sent you, as a child, to that place back then. I know you hate me! But you should never have helped Xue Wuheng. You must understand, you carry the bloodline of the Li Family, and you must follow our Li Family's blood oath!!!"
"Bullshit blood oath!" Upon hearing this, Mod Lee's lips curled into a deep cold smile full of sarcasm:
"Old man, your character is too stubborn! That woman is no longer in this world, we, the Li Family, are not obligated to protect her son!"
Saying this, Mod Lee seemed to think of something, and the cold smile on his lips grew even deeper:
