"Younger Uncle, what memory disorder?"
Li Beicheng calmly faced Li Yuntang's evasive eyes, his expression tense and slightly stiff, yet not the panic of a lie exposed, "My father is in poor health, if I did something to upset Younger Uncle, please forgive me."
Such an unyielding attitude indeed seemed like a different person from the well-known Li Beicheng.
Li Yuntang still didn't believe him, and for the moment, couldn't produce any evidence to prove he was lying, his gaze was sharp enough to nearly slice him on the spot.
"Alright, Beicheng, you rest well. I'm feeling unwell and need to go back to the old mansion for a while, I'll come see you tomorrow." Li Yanze, fearing that something might happen to his son, said sternly, "Yuntang, please help me out."
Li Yuntang lifted the corner of his lips in a smile, and considering there were others in the room, exceptionally gave Li Yanze some face and temporarily pushed his wheelchair out of the room.
"Miss Xiaye, don't panic."