The old master of the Li Family saw his rarely returning younger son and his tense face softened a bit.
"Mohan, how come? Are you also aware of this matter?"
Li Mochan did not answer him, his eyes coldly sweeping towards Fang Hui, "Before you seek someone to settle the score, first ask your precious son what good deed he has done. Don't keep doing things that disgrace the Li Family."
With these words, Fang Hui's face turned pale.
She had always been apprehensive of Li Mochan.
She cracked an awkward smile, "Mohan, what do you mean by that? Jingqi's wrist is swollen like this. Could it still be fake?"
Li Mochan replied coldly, "Ask Li Jingqi."
The old master was sharp, and he immediately sensed something was amiss, "Mohan, what exactly happened? Is it that Jingqi has caused trouble outside?"
Fang Hui, listening to the old master's words, suddenly felt discontent at the bottom of her heart.
