When Jie Jinghun was singled out, he wanted to look to the heavens in despair. 'Is Father just using me as cannon fodder?' He had the least right to speak, yet he was the one being asked.
Remaining silent was not an option; his father clearly wouldn't let him off the hook. After a moment's thought, Jie Jinghun's voice, as gentle and smooth as jade, sounded. "I disagree."
SLAM! Mr. Xie flew into a rage, slamming the table as he shot to his feet. He pointed at Jie Jinghun's forehead, his intimidating eyes staring him down as he spoke with cutting words. "Jie Jinghun, what right do you have to disagree? Who do you think you are? This was the Qiao Family's dowry to your Aunt Qiao! This is your Aunt Qiao's courtyard! You need to get your status straight. Your surname isn't Qiao! To put it bluntly, you're just living off someone else's charity. You disagree? Hmph! Are you even worthy?"
