"Don't believe me? Go back and see for yourself!" Li Fuyou said disdainfully.
Right, he had to go back, to confirm it himself. He released Li Fuyou's collar, dragged his injured body, and desperately ran toward the direction of the Li Residence.
As soon as he reached the front door, he saw the white mourning streamers hanging high. Just as he was about to enter the estate, he was stopped by a house servant, "The lady has ordered that you are not allowed to enter the Li Residence!"
"Who is the lady?" He couldn't believe it. He couldn't even enter his own home, and even a house servant could stop him—this servant, one he had often bullied in the past. Even Li Fugui had fallen to this day.
"Go, go, go, don't block the way, otherwise, you'll be beaten out with sticks and clubs!"
"How is my father?" Li Fugui persisted. If he couldn't enter, he at least wanted to get some news.
"The master has long been dead. Go, go, go, hurry up and leave!" the servant answered with impatience.