"Tianji, why?"
Lan Wangxu's voice was hoarse and desolate, full of disappointment. Being bewitched by his most beloved closed-door disciple, it was already a testament to the old man's resilience that he hadn't completely broken down.
"Why? You ask why, Lan Wangxu, you hypocritical old dog!" Lan Tianji's handsome face twisted, his eyes filled with hatred and malice.
Everyone was furious.
"Lan Tianji, you ungrateful wretch, what did my father ever do to you to deserve such cruelty from you?"
Lan Tianji took off his gold-rimmed glasses and casually threw them on the ground, stomping them to pieces with a vicious grin on his face, "What a hypocritical family you are. Weren't you all wishing for this old dog Lan Wangxu to die? Weren't you just waiting to divide the inheritance? You should thank me; his death fulfills your wish, doesn't it?"
