Huo Yirong wore a deceptively casual smirk as he fixed his deep gaze onto the austere visage of Huo Yunjiao.
As if he had found a weakness, he sneered, "Hear this, you said anyone who enters the Punishment Hall would have no room for mercy.
How come you change your tune when it comes to your little sister? Does your face hurt, third brother?"
Huo Yunjiao's mouth twitched almost imperceptibly. His voice was deep and gentle: "If Ruanruan ever makes a mistake one day, it's because I did not teach her well.
Since it's my responsibility, I will naturally not let her bear it. Even if punishment is due, it should be meted out to me."
The smug expression on Huo Yirong's face faded.
He looked surprised, his face displaying disbelief.
He looked at Huo Yunjiao as if he were a stranger.
After a while, a low curse slipped from his lips.
If the old man heard this, he would be hopping mad at Huo Yirong again.