Li Sanjiang's lips trembled, wanting to say something comforting, but not knowing what to say. He walked over to Mr. Shan, patted him hard on the shoulder, and then grabbed his clothes, trying to pull him up.
Mr. Shan refused to get up and shook his arm.
"Shan Pao, the kids are watching, what kind of behavior is this."
Mr. Shan took a deep breath, his eyes red, and said, "Marquis Runsheng was also my child, my child... is gone."
Li Sanjiang steeled his heart, decided not to hold back, and instead cursed:
"Bah, in our line of work, we believe in seeing people alive and seeing corpses if they're dead. Now without even any concrete news, you're sentencing Marquis Runsheng to death just because you won money?"
"Li Sanjiang..."
"I'm saying, Runsheng should be doing just fine now. If something unfortunate happened to him, it would be because you, as his grandfather, cursed him."
"You!"
"Little Yuanhou." Li Sanjiang turned to look at Li Zhiyuan.
"Grandmaster."
