Peng Huijing quickly said, "Dad, Hanyu already knows he was wrong. Do we really have to make him kneel?"
Grandpa Zhang remained silent, staring coldly at her. A palpable pressure descended, making it hard for her to breathe, let alone raise her head. She couldn't bear to see her son kneel before Su Xiaoxiao, a village girl. She was forced to smile and turned to Su Xiaoxiao, saying, "Xiaoxiao, look at your Brother Hanyu..."
"He's not my brother!" Su Xiaoxiao interrupted her abruptly. How could anyone consider themselves her brother so easily? If she accepted this, she'd feel uncomfortable calling Yexun her brother in the future.
Peng Huijing's face froze, unsure how to respond.
Su Xiaoxiao’s eyes shifted towards Zhang Hanyu. She realized that he didn't seem to have any intention of stopping his mother. It was as if he didn't care about embarrassing himself as long as he didn't lose face. Su Xiaoxiao couldn't help but think, what a disappointment.