Ji Weinan's heart was fluttering with unease when he returned home to find his eldest brother, Ji Lingyun, gripping a rattan whip, while his second brother looked at him with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. His skin tightened and his face turned pale.
"Kneel."
Ji Lingyun's voice was cold and stern. Ji Weinan stood stiffly for a moment but finally succumbed to the pressure and knelt on the marble floor of the courtyard.
"Do you know why I'm making you kneel?"
Ji Weinan's lips were pressed tightly together, his face clearly defiant, but he managed to say rigidly, "I know, but big brother, I don't think I did anything wrong. When Zhuyi rolled down the slope, I…"
"Shut up!" Ji Lingyun's voice became more severe and frightening, his presence suddenly became terrifying, which made Ji Weinan's lips move nervously, but in the end, he didn't dare to say another word.
