Fine, at least he didn't beat me up in public!
"Second Brother, are you still mad? If you're not done, keep hitting me. I promise I won't fight back." Since childhood, Xie Xun always dreaded making Xie Jue angry. Whenever Second Brother was upset, it never ended well for him, so he always had to appease him.
But being beaten—this was the first time. Xie Jue was a man of propriety, hardly ever resorting to violence, even in anger. This time, he must have been truly enraged. That made Xie Xun even more cautious. Perhaps after letting out some steam, he might manage to skirt through this ordeal unharmed.
Xie Jue frowned, turned around, and sat down. He took a sip of tea and cast a cold glare at Xie Xun. "Get up!"
"Yes!" Xie Xun stood up at once, eagerly pouring him another cup of tea. Xie Jue eyed him icily. "If you dare seek your own doom like this again, I'll personally send you off."
