Qiao Yishen suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked down at his sister.
"Fifth Brother... why are you looking at me like that?" The look in his eyes is terrifying.
Qiao Yishen stared at her. "Youning, don't you feel even a bit that you're in the wrong? You've hurt someone. Regardless of how serious their injuries are or whether their life is in danger, you've made a grave mistake. Moreover, the person you've hurt has done nothing to deserve it. Youning, you can be naive, even foolish, but you cannot lack the basic ability to discern right from wrong."
His tone wasn't heavy, but the words he uttered were incisive.
Qiao Youning was the youngest daughter in the family, with five older brothers. Her third brother had died, and her second and fourth brothers were abroad. Everyone at home doted on her, including her eldest and fifth brothers. Having been spoiled from a young age, no one had ever spoken to her in such a serious tone.
