"Because your face looks too much like his, I really want to punch him."
Li Cunxu quickly came up with a reasonable excuse for his shaking hand.
"Do you hate him?"
"Yes, on the day of my father's funeral, the person who should have been there the most, didn't come. Recently, when I contacted him, I discovered that he didn't even know my father had died. Anyone could not know about my father's death, but not him. He was my father's father! How could he be so heartless."
"And when he heard the news of my father's death, he wasn't sad at all, not even asking where my father was buried. How could such an unfeeling and unforgiving person exist in the world?"
Li Cunxu vented his grievances.
Li Shiyin agreed with Li Cunxu's last statement.
Li Shiji was a heartless person.
Even to his own nephew, he could be ruthless.
Li Shiyin had an irreconcilable enmity with Li Shiji, as it was Li Shiji who killed Li Shiyin's three sons.
