In the cold manor that was majestic and mighty, was a showdown between a mother and son.
"Is this true?" the old woman stood there rigid, like a bending tree.
"Tell me!"
Bang-!
The atmosphere stagnated.
The tablet she just held in her hand was smashed against the cold hard floor, cracking into bits. The butler ran over quickly to pick up the pieces of the digital instrument. His face showed a trace of shock as well as surprise.
A few feet not too far behind him was Li Qinfeng, who inwardly clicked his tongue as he put on a smile to appease his mother, the matriarch. He sighed regretfully as he said.
"I just found out about it not too long ago, mother," he was shaking his head as if he couldn't help it.