Xiao Jing's Grievances

Xiao Fang's hair was ragged, clothes torn, and body chained, but still he exuded the airs of a prince.

"We may be related by blood, but not by name. Just call me, Fang," Xiao Fang said nonchalantly.

Although Xiao Jing had her reasons to be mad at him, he had no reason to be mad at her. Seeing his passiveness, Xiao Jing couldn't help but feel like Xiao Fang wasn't taking her seriously.

"Instructor Chu, take the Elder outside. I wish to speak to Fang alone." 

"But Young Miss, I-" the Elder said wanting to change her mind, but Chu Piao stopped him before he could say another word.

"Elder, please come with me. Let's give Xiao Jing some time alone with her brother. I'm sure they have a lot to discuss."

The Elder was reluctant to leave, but after Chu Piao whispered something to him, then he calmly complied.

"Very well. We'll be waiting outside. Shout if you need us," the Elder calmly said before leaving with Chu Piao.