"A sinner, a sinner who can't even face their ancestors, what are you clamoring about?" Elder Zhuang angrily scolded, his voice loud enough for Weilan and Qiao Jingchen outside in the corridor to hear everything.
And Zhuang Yuezhou's face turned deathly pale, drained of all color. It was a long while before he could ask, "What exactly did you say to Qiao Jingchen that made it so hard for him to speak? The fault lies with me, so why did you make demands of Qiao Jingchen? You have no right to make demands of him."
Hearing this, Elder Zhuang's anger flared even more as he yelled at Qiao Jingchen, "Because of you, our Zhuang Family is left without a successor. You don't have any sense of self-awareness. If you can't leave a descendant for my Zhuang Family, why are you still asking me what I did? I'll tell you, I did nothing."
"If you did nothing, why would Qiao Jingchen look so terrible, with such an awful expression?"
