The next moment, Yao Po brought a rattan whip, made of two thumb-thick vines bound together, over a meter long, and terrifying to behold.
Yao An's face turned pale, struggling as he angrily glared at Yao Tianqin seated in the main seat, "You can't hit me. I'm not even family. What gives you the right to use family discipline on me? What do you think you are?"
He panicked, seeing that Yao Po had already stood up behind him, and struggled even harder to free himself from the servants' restraint.
Yao Hong screamed desperately, trying to rush in to save her brother, but the Yao Family servants held her tightly, unable to move.
Let alone Wang Jiayi, who was already pale as a sheet, hiding in the corner, wishing she could disappear, fearing she would also be whipped.
