"Chengyang, is this what you call teaching Yang Yu a lesson?" Li Ruihong looked at the video online, expressionlessly watching his second son, "It seems I overestimated you, you are not as good as your older brother. His failure was because his opponent was too strong. Your failure is entirely because of your own stupidity."
"Dad, I didn't expect that guy to know how to do everything, and I didn't expect someone to record the entire fight and put it online." Li Chengyang was still making excuses for himself, "In our Li Family's intelligence network, there was no information that Yang Yu could do all these. Isn't he just a migrant worker? Being so proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, it's not reasonable!"
"Do you think it's reasonable for him to stand where he is today? Additionally, if it were you, would you let your opponent know all of your cards?" Li Ruihong counter-questioned his son, leaving Li Chengyang speechless.