He Ziyun's father raised his arm halfway in the air, unable to bring it down for a hit, leaving them both frozen in place for a moment.
After a while, He Ziyun's father slowly lowered his arm and said, "How can you just hit people like that? One is your brother, the other is your mother. Look at what you've done to them. I'm your father; I should discipline you. Would you also hit me if I tried?"
He Ziyun's father put on a stern face, trying to assume the role of a strict parent.
He Ziyun glanced around at the family, suddenly feeling uninterested. "Yes, if you try to hit me, I will hit back. Besides, my mother passed away long ago, and she never gave me any siblings. I don't have a brother with such a foul mouth. If they continue to say things like earlier, I'll hit them each time until they learn to shut up or how to speak properly," He Ziyun said, staring directly at his father's increasingly dark expression.
