"Weren't you there when your mother died? You know the cause of her death better than anyone," Li Tingye said.
Li Xiaoran's handsome face was cold as he glanced at the men opposite him. "I was young at that time. I only remember that Madam and my brothers often came in and out of my house fiercely. Every time they came, my mother would cry for a long time. Then, can you tell me what you said to my mother?"
The men said nothing.
Old Master Li said earnestly, "Xiaoran, the dead can't be revived. The living have to look forward. It's not a good thing to live in the past and not be able to walk out of it."
Li Xiaoran's eyes darkened. "My mother was with you for a while and didn't receive your protection until her death. I don't know if I should say that her taste is bad or that you're cold and heartless."
Old Master Li's face was ashen. Li Xiaoran's sharp criticism of his elder made him very angry.
