"Bang!"
Di Tong suddenly punched on the table, the tea in the cups splashed, and through gritted teeth he asked:
"But you do not compete or fight, why must the Family Head want your life, Young Master?"
Di Tong wiped the water stains off the tea table with a brocade handkerchief, smiling as he said:
"This tea is quite expensive, don't waste it."
Speaking of this, Mu Xingyi looked towards the direction of the Southern Desert Metropolitan Mansion with a clear and remote gaze:
"The reason father wants to kill me is actually very simple; as long as I exist, to him, it is an indelible shame."
"....." Di Tong's eyes slightly widened.
Mu Xingyi smiled faintly and refilled Di Tong's cup, speaking in a faint voice:
"But if he wanted to kill me, all it would take is a single sentence and I would commit suicide. Why involve so many innocent beings?"
Having said that, he shook his head lightly:
"It's all too much trouble..."
"....."