Li Jingming frowned impatiently, fiddling with the keys in his hand. A devilish smile curled at the corner of his mouth, "Dad, just say what you want."
Li Wenhao snorted coldly, feeling pitier the more he thought about it. He waited for the stars, for the moon, and at great length, he finally got his son back, thinking he could finally rest easy. Little did he know, his son had fallen in love with a man... which meant there was a high chance of ending his family line.
What's more, he could no longer hold his head high in front of the nobility.
He would be the laughing stock of everyone.
Because just a few days ago, he told everyone that his son, now immensely wealthy, came back and the first thing he did was to give him a bed made of gold, so he could sleep on gold every night!
Many people were green with envy and praised him for finally making it.
Who knew...
His nostrils huffed out cold air, "What are you up to in the middle of the night instead of sleeping??"
