Li Tingfeng was furious. "Li Zecheng, you're useless, so you learned to rely on your elders."
Li Zecheng sneered. "You're wrong. I'm just here to help my mother get back what belongs to her so that the rest of my mother's life can be secure. As for your things, I find them dirty and won't want them at all."
Li Tingfeng was so angry that he grabbed the things on the desk and was about to throw them at Li Zecheng.
Not only did Li Zecheng not dodge, but he also stuck his head out and pointed at the back of his head. "Come on, hit me here if you have the ability. Li Tingfeng, your violent tendencies are the best evidence of my mother's murder."
Li Tingfeng put down the book with trembling hands.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
Li Zecheng looked at him sinisterly. "What do I mean? Don't you know?"
