"Xie Xuning, what do you mean? Li Zhiwei is dead, do you have to kill an old man?"
Qie Wang looked like a violent lion with his red eyes.
Xie Xuning sat leisurely on the sofa and looked at such a thunderous Qie Wang.
With the way that Qie Wang defended Li Hezheng, people who didn't know him would think that Li Hezheng was his father.
"Qie Wang, I don't want to argue with you right now. If you don't understand why I did this, you can go and see what Li Hezheng has done over the years."
Qie Yiyan pulled Qie Wang and said, "Dad, can you stop making noise with my uncle?"
"Qie Yiyan, you know that I am your father."
Qie Wang felt betrayed seeing his son turn towards Xie Xuning.
"Dad, can you pay attention to the occasion? Besides, do you care what happens to the Lis?"
A chill flashed through Qie Wang's heart.
His son thought so, too.
