Yuan Qiran might have been confronted directly by Su Li for the first time, caught off guard for a moment before rage began to rise within him.
Ever since his cousin deposed him from the position of president, Yuan Qiran's qi cultivation skills had diminished considerably.
Now, just like that, his habitual expressionless face was on the verge of breaking.
"Do you really have to be at odds with me?"
"Ah Yin misses Xinghe a lot, and so does your son. You should go see him."
Su Li raised an eyebrow, her sarcasm tugging at her face. Then, remembering the person on the other end of the call couldn't see her, she couldn't help but speak with a hint of impatience.
"At this point, stop talking to me about things that don't matter. The whole country probably knows what's going on inside..."
"Besides, I only have one son named Su Wuchen, and he's doing just fine abroad..."
Don't keep bringing up an illegitimate son everyone clearly knows about to disgust people.
