"Good evening, Family Head Li."
Li Pingsheng had just finished his medicine, contemplating how to turn his fortunes around when he suddenly heard Qing Yu's voice, his face stiffening.
Qing Yu looked at Li Pingsheng with a faint smile, his frozen grin still in place, and said, "It seems, Family Head Li, you're in a good mood tonight. Is there something to be happy about? Share your joy with me."
The house servant feeding the medicine, seeing this, silently excused himself.
However, Qing Yu spoke up to stop him, "The journey to the Netherworld is long, and Housekeeper Li Qi, alone on the road, must be lonely. As his son, wouldn't you want to show filial piety and accompany him?"
The house servant's eyes bulged, but it was Li Xin from behind who had gripped his neck and with a twist, broke it. His eyes remained wide open in death, filled with shock and disbelief.