Su Li looked at Old Master Su with a smile full of forbearance, as if she were still the extremely attentive daughter she had been before.
"Father, why get angry... Is it not good as it is now? The cutthroat competition in the officialdom exhausts me just by watching, I think it's better for our family to live a peaceful life."
Old Master Su was so infuriated that he wanted to rush forward and grab this scourge, but strangely, his body did not respond at all, unable to move, he stood rigidly like a stone statue.
Seeing that he could still use his mouth, a torrent of foul language spewed from Old Master Su's, more unpleasant than the shrews cursing in the streets of the village.
Before his success, Old Master Su, following his grandmother, also came from poverty, and grew accustomed to hearing all kinds of vulgar phrases from an early age. Although he had never spoken such language, he had heard plenty.