Everyone was secretly clicking their tongues, wondering when the Liu Family had become so arrogant. Even though they were driven by the hatred of patricide, given Liu Ping's cunning and ruthless nature, it would have certainly been expected for him to trip someone up and stab them in the back, not openly provoke confrontations so brazenly—a rarity indeed.
No one could figure out whether Liu Ping was truly blinded by hatred.
To the east of Tianhe City lay the old residence of the Liu Family, an estate from the Qing Dynasty resembling a prince's mansion, with a large quadrangle courtyard.
A woman with hair down to her waist, willow-leaf eyebrows, flaming red lips, and a delicate, slender melon-seed face exhibited grace with every move, yet her softness was laced with venom, deterring anyone from meeting her gaze.
