In the evening.
It was a little past eight o'clock.
Liu Hongmei returned home with Lin Yu.
Evidently, the mother and son had deliberately stayed away to avoid the talk between Lin Dazhi and Lin Yi that evening.
But the moment they opened the door and stepped inside,
they saw that the living room was a complete mess.
The dining table was shattered, with plates and bowls smashed on the floor.
Shards and food scraps were strewn everywhere.
Lin Dazhi was slumped in a chair, completely drunk.
He was still clutching an empty liquor bottle...
"Old Lin? What happened here? Why have you drunk so much?"
Liu Hongmei strode closer, her face filled with astonishment.
Lin Yu, who followed her in, frowned deeply.
The tabletop had been solid wood, but now it was smashed to pieces.
He could tell from the splinters that the blow was struck with full force, holding nothing back.
A person capable of that was definitely no ordinary man.
He, for one, knew he couldn't do it.
