บท 125: The Mafia King's oppression

You don't know?

"What do you mean by that?"

Wei said, "That I don't know."

Her mouth twitched. "No, I meant that among the family members here, who would be the one easier to influence?"

His brows furrowed into a deep frown and he seemed to be thinking hard. Lihua expected that this time, she would finally get her answer. But the time ticked by and he didn't speak.

She coughed. "It's your family. You must know what they like, what they don't like or how they behave…"

Wei blankly stared at her. "I don't."

"..."

Why?

Lihua was dumbfounded. "Aren't you raised here?"

"En," he nodded. "But I never bothered with any family member."

!!!

"Huh?"

Wei tilted his head. "My childhood passed in my training to become the Mafia King and a CEO. I didn't have time nor interest in talking to anybody else."

His manner of speaking was so matter-of-fact and bland as if it wasn't a big deal at all. He was distant from his family, yet he didn't seem bothered by it.