Li Hai felt so dizzy and disoriented that he covered his forehead with his dry hands.
Inside, he felt even more anxious. If Chen Dashan really demanded compensation, the amount would undoubtedly be astronomical. Besides, he had already invested in the orchard. Wasn't Li Xiaobao, the fool, cutting off their own financial lifeline by poisoning it?
"Wretch! Wretch!"
Li Hai cursed angrily. Seeing that his usually indulgent father wasn't siding with him, and looking at the chaotic mess of the room and Zhao Yaqian, the flirty woman, Li Xiaobao felt a surge of frustration in his heart.
He pushed Li Hai, who was blocking his way, and said, "You all are afraid of Chen Dashan, but I am not!"
With that, he disappeared into the vast night.
Li Hai watched his son's retreating figure, his brows furrowed tightly, and he shook his head helplessly.
