Jing Qingfu, who was smoking a water pipe and puffing clouds, coughed twice, and the old housekeeper beside him hurriedly patted his back. Struggling to catch his breath, Jing Qingfu cleared his throat and said, "...Zhengwei, what do you mean?"
"Literal meaning."
Leyu did not sit down, coldly staring at his brothers: "If our Jing Family collapses because of this, it's because of you guys."
"Speaking disrespectfully only exposes your weakness, elder brother." Jing Zhengwu lifted his teacup, gently blew on it, and laughed: "The century-old Jing Family is the legacy of countless ancestors. Though it may face numerous storms and challenges, how could it be unable to rise again and fight back? Empty threats and shirking responsibility—is that your commitment, elder brother?"
