Liu Lisha didn't want it to be this way either, but he was disappointed with Yang Fan, what could he do?
Liu Jinzhu wasn't easy to deal with; it was clear that he had hit a dead end. His skin was remarkably thick, as he ignored his father's words and walked over smiling with an ingratiating expression: "Dad, just help me one more time, just this last time, I promise, absolutely no next time. I don't need much, just a hundred thousand; if I don't have it, they'll kill me."
Liu Lisha was determined not to care about this son anymore. Whether he was dead or alive, it was his own doing, and he had to bear the consequences himself. "Well, that's perfect, it'll save you from living such a hard life, neither human nor ghost."
