Li Yancheng clearly had not expected that Jian An'an, who had always been so tight-lipped in his presence, could possess such a sharp and unyielding side. For a long while, he was completely dumbfounded. Pointing a finger at her, the muscles on his face twitching uncontrollably, he barked, "Li Shaoting, take a look! This is your taste in women! This is the fine wife you've chosen? Do you feel like your old man has lived too long and want to scare me to death sooner!"
Jian An'an had originally intended not to bicker with him any further, but upon hearing those words, she couldn't hold back once more. Whipping around abruptly, she locked eyes with him, her gaze dripping with sarcasm. "You're the one who's tired of living! Don't assume we're clueless about everything. Sending flowers to Shen Luo in front of all those news reporters—that was your doing, wasn't it? I am utterly astounded by how eager you are to help your own son play away in a relationship!"
"You... you..." Li Yancheng's face flushed crimson from the retort. It was true that he had orchestrated the stunt, but being called out on it directly by a junior left him scrambling to save face. Instead, he glared angrily at Li Shaoting, raising his voice in a low roar, "Look at how this woman is bullying your father! And you're just standing there saying nothing! Li Shaoting, how did I end up raising such an unfilial son like you?"
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