"Didn't you say you had handled everything? How could it have turned out like this?"
Watching her husband frantically packing, the slightly plump middle-aged woman, her face a picture of panic, screamed questions at a downtrodden Li Zhengyi beside her.
Li Zhengyi gave the flustered woman a cold glance and said nothing, his eyes filled with deep sadness. Indeed, it was her doing in his rise, and her doing in his downfall. Over twenty years ago, by attaching himself to her, he had risen above the crowd and became a notable person.
And now, once again because of her, he had become a lost dog.
If it hadn't been for her boundlessly indulgent spoiling of their younger son, if the boy had even a bit of sense, even a tenth of his older brother's sense, things wouldn't have escalated to this point.
Fortunately, there was still an older son.
Thinking of his older son gave Li Zhengyi some slight consolation.
"Are you going to speak, or not? What does this silence mean?"
