Li Tingmo sat next to Li Sihe, his voice indifferent: "You should be well aware of your own health; are you seeking death?"
Li Sihe responded calmly with a smile: "I am sick of living, the days are monotonous and uninteresting."
But Li Sihe's calm reply was met with an even angrier cold stare from Li Tingmo.
"Li Sihe, what on earth do you want to do? Haven't I been accommodating enough to you during this period? You wanted me to return the inheritance to Bian Yue, I did! You said you didn't want to be betrothed to Zhuang Jie Ning, and I didn't press you! What else do you want?" Li Tingmo suppressed his emotions as he looked at Li Sihe, his gaze icy: "Don't be too ungrateful!"
