The room fell silent as the grave.
Not a single person dared to make a sound.
Even He Ning, who had been the loudest just moments ago, now shrank back, moving away and trying to reduce his presence as much as possible.
In the He family, if there was anyone whom they were all afraid of, it wasn't He Zhiyao, but He Linze.
He Zhiyao might have a bad temper, but as long as you didn't provoke him, he generally wouldn't go crazy.
But He Linze was different.
From a young age, He Linze had kept a firm hand on his younger siblings, so much so that they didn't dare to even jump around, and felt genuinely intimidated in his presence.
Because he was someone who, upon getting upset, would resort to physical violence.
Unfortunately, Old Master He had always favored his eldest son, so the others had no choice but to simmer in silent anger.
It wasn't until an incident over twenty years ago blew up that Old Master He forcibly sent him abroad, bringing some reluctant peace to the family.