Xiao Qinghe seemed not to hear, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on the snow-covered village road.
Li Rong'er's face was full of complaints, "We haven't even bought goods for the New Year, I really don't know how we're going to celebrate it! Hey, do you have any money? Su Qingyue has been so good to you, giving you four new houses and over 33 acres of land; she must have given you some money, right? Give me some money for the New Year!"
He remained silent.
Enraged, she yelled, "You worthless cripple, I'm asking if you have any money!"
The words 'worthless cripple' pierced his heart. He turned his head to glare at her, his clear eyes flashing with gloom.
Seeing his murderous gaze, she shrank back, then glanced at his legs with no good intentions, "What are you glaring at? No matter how much you glare, you're still a useless person who will never stand up again for a lifetime!"
Xiao Qinghe's fists clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.
