Inside the house, the argument grew fiercer, punctuated by the crashing sounds of things being smashed.
Liu Shan could not quite understand.
"Xiao Yu, I can just about understand someone losing his head over love and being deceived by a vixen, but losing it to the point of becoming this deranged is too much, isn't it? Is there something else behind this?"
"There are plenty of ways to bewitch people in this world."
After saying that, Xiao Yu fell silent, his expression indifferent as he pondered something.
The argument inside the house went on for half an hour.
Then a young man who looked not even twenty, with a lingering boyishness about him, stormed out and slammed the door.
He went into the room next door and started smashing things everywhere again.
He kicked the cabinet and pounded the wall.
He seemed extremely agitated.
Listening to one crash after another, the old woman could not stop her tears from falling.
Liu Shan quietly surveyed the room. The bedroom was a mess, and the room, which should have been renovated, was covered in patches of damage.
Cracks covered the floor, with a large section sunken in the middle. The walls were not only riddled with cracks but also stained with filthy pigments and paint.
It looked as though they had been splashed there during some previous argument.
Looking at this room, even a blind person or a fool could imagine that Han Feng must have demanded money every few days, throwing tantrums and going berserk whenever he failed to get any.
What a "filial grandson."
The old woman's hair was already graying all over. The reading glasses she wore were missing their right temple, and the lenses were cracked too.
There was no need to guess. This was her darling grandson's