Nan Qingqing covered her sore, slapped face, crying pitifully like rain falling on pear blossoms, her face a picture of grievance as she reluctantly knelt down.
Just as she knelt, Nan Zhou immediately grabbed her arm and forcefully lifted her up, preventing her from kneeling.
"Eldest brother, if she needs to apologize, she can do so without kneeling," he said.
"Besides, Qingqing was only impulsive because she was worried about Mom. Those words weren't said with any ill intent."
Nan Zhuoyuan lifted his eyelids, "Azhou, are you trying to interfere with how I discipline her?"
Nan Zhou met those emotionless black eyes and knew that his eldest brother was truly angry, fear unavoidably rising in his heart.
Yet, lowering his gaze to see Nan Qingqing trembling as she cried, his heart reached its peak of guilt and sorrow for his sister.
