Madam Hua thought of something, and her expression changed. She leaned an inch closer to Master Hua. "Master, do you have a mistress?"
"That must be it. That's why you don't care about your son, right?"
"We only have two sons. If we lose both sons, the lineage will be cut off!"
The more Madam Hua spoke, the more agitated she became. There was a hint of madness and stubbornness in her expression.
Master Hua's face was filled with anger. His face was ashen as he said sternly, "Madam, stop fooling around. I don't have a mistress!!"
He looked straight into Madam Hua's eyes with a calm expression.
He really didn't have a mistress.
Even if he really had a mistress, how could such a dirty bloodline inherit the Hua family's business?!
