The Gaze

It sounded almost funny, but neither father nor son felt like laughing.

In modern society, a person's identity wasn't all that hard to uncover if someone really wanted to look.

Since Li Anshan had blocked messages from strangers and stopped accepting new chats on his social accounts, those anxious people had naturally begun trying to "lay the groundwork" with those close to him—

At the thought, the college student's face darkened. But he was at home, so he kept it to himself and asked casually, "When I came back, I saw Second Uncle sitting on a stool outside our gate?"

"Don't get me started on him. People have been trying to come to our house to talk business these past few days, so I had no choice but to tell the police station in town. An officer was supposed to keep watch here, but your second uncle jumped in, thumped his chest, and volunteered to guard our gate himself—"

Li Luyuan gave a derisive snort. "As if anyone doesn't know what that snob is after. Now that you're one of those so-called users, he wants to cozy up to you again—"

The three brothers of Li Anshan's father's generation had never gotten along. That was no secret.

The Li family patriarch had four sons and a daughter. His youngest son had died of illness as a child, and his daughter had married and moved away.

When the old man died, he had specifically instructed that the three-story house in town be left to the eldest son, Li Luyuan, and his family. The three brothers had fought over it, and their relationship had been broken ever since.

The second and third sons had both left to seek their fortunes. In recent years, the second son had made some money and returned