Mr. Li didn't show the panic inside him as he sat on his chair. Narrowing his eyes at Lyca, his hand slowly reached out towards the Glock that was tucked just on his table. "Do you want money?" Aside from killing him, the second reason that anyone would want to see him is if they wanted to negotiate for money.
"For some reason, I felt like this house was too huge for you and your family," Lyca answered, ignoring his question. "A ten-bedroom mansion for a family of three. Then I realized, it was because this was not a home. It's a house." She uttered and stared at the fireplace where the frame lay shattered. Then she slowly shifted her gaze towards the man who was now holding his gun towards her.
"You think you can barge in here and act like you own the place?" Mr. Li sneered.
Reminder, this is fiction. The above mentioned stuff is very rare and doesn't automatically cause death.