After asking his question, Li Xingkui showed no reaction, merely leaning back in his chair, tilting his head up, and closing his eyes to rest.
Li Jiazhuang could not contain himself, so he simply stood up, walked over to his father's desk, and said, "
Dad, what should we do?"
Li Xingkui slightly opened his eyes, glanced at his son Li Jiazhuang, then closed his eyes again, and in a very slow tone said, "Don't rush, stay calm."
"It's not you who's impotent, how can I not be anxious!" Li Jiazhuang said irritably, "That bitch Tian Xiaorui looks at me with that kind of gaze every day, even beating her black and blue doesn't work, you know what kind of gaze that is, it's like she's looking at trash when she looks at me, I'm fucking going mad!"
"Your woman, you handle her behind closed doors, don't complain to me," Li Xingkui said.
"Dad, how can you talk like that, I'm your son, if I don't talk to you, who do I talk to?" Li Jiazhuang said very agitatedly.
