"Go back and sleep."
Xi Yemo didn't say anything else, just these three words.
Xi Yuran looked at Xi Yemo's face, feeling especially guilty: "Brother, it's all my fault. If it hadn't been for my stubbornness, sister-in-law wouldn't have had an accident."
How could he have been so single-minded back then, believing it was sister-in-law who pushed grandma down the stairs? How could he have been so foolish?
"Brother, you can hit me or scold me. That way, I might feel a little better in my heart."
Xi Yuran grabbed Xi Yemo's hand and slapped it against his own face.
"Xi Yuran." Xi Yemo's tone grew heavier, his gaze especially stern.
Xi Yuran stared at him, stunned.
"As a descendant of the Xi family, remaining calm in the face of danger is the Xi family's principle, and having a clear mind is the Xi family's doctrine. Crying and wailing like this, being so easily swayed, how can you support the Xi family?"
