Li Yeqi smiled up at him, undaunted by the malevolent aura he exuded, and snorted, "That kind of bastard isn't worth dirtying my hands over."
Yan Luoxi's hands clenched into fists as he slowly walked over to the bedside, looking down at Li Yeqi with a commanding presence, "I really want to dig out your heart and see if it's red or black; Little Xiaoling is your own great-grandson."
"Great-grandson?" The malice in Li Yeqi's eyes intensified as his expression twisted, "I have never recognized a filthy great-grandchild born from such a vile woman. Xiaoqin, I've always told you, that wretch Yan Luoxi cannot enter our Li Family. Look at it now, heaven itself is punishing her delusional dreams. It's just like they say online—cheap people always meet their downfall!"
Luoxi's heart sank into deep despair looking at the twisted, monstrous old man before him. He truly wondered, is this still his family? Could he have been possessed by a demon?
"How could you become like this?"
