His son was rejecting him. Li Sicheng could see that. Especially when he heard Uncle Lu so many times from the boy, he felt his heart was being clawed at by a cat. He wanted to teach the little guy a lesson and show him who his father was. But that would not work. Li Sicheng had a headache. He took off his shoes and stepped on the colored mats.
Li Jianqian was watching Li Mosen playing the game. Li Sicheng went down to the middle of the two small beds and just happened to be opposite them. He asked, "What are you playing?"
"New game! I don't know what the name is," Li Mosen replied, fighting the monster. He soon died. He said in a dejected voice, "It is too difficult to kill this big boss. I have been dead many times!"
"Let me!" Li Jianqian took the phone and started to fight the monster, but after a while, he was killed twice and tossed the phone away. "It's too hard. I give up!"
