Su Chenghui looked at Li Qianxue's face. The gentleness and elegance that normally showed through his face were replaced by a coldness he had never exhibited before.
"You can just ask your dad himself what he told me."
"I am asking YOU now. What's with that attitude of yours?" Li Qianxue was furious at seeing him like this. "How could you talk to your wife like this?"
"I've always been like this. Didn't you already know that?"
Su Chenghui was nearly fifty years old, but he looked like he was forty because he was so well-maintained. He had an excellent reputation, both as a businessman and as a man. That a front for other people.
Li Qianxue's chest heaved violently. Yes, she had already known. She had learned twenty-six years ago.
"Su Chenghui, let me remind you that it was I who gave you everything you have now."
"Thanks for reminding me." Su Chenghui looked indifferent. "I don't mind if you want to take it back."