"He's fine, he just passed out." Qiao Ran's voice was icy, devoid of any warmth.
The two brothers immediately felt relieved upon hearing this.
Yet, the distance in Qiao Ran's tone also made them realize that she was angry, disheartened.
It was understandable. If they were in her shoes, devoting themselves wholeheartedly for their uncle's family only to end up unwelcome—and worse, nearly assassinated by their own uncle—they too would feel anger, heartbreak, and bitterness.
"Ranran, there's a misunderstanding about this matter. I want to come inside and explain it to you." Lu Xiuze said guiltily, looking at Qiao Ran.
"There's no need to explain. Regardless of whatever misunderstanding there might be, the moment an uncle points a weapon at his own niece, all misunderstandings cease to exist. He's unfit to remain Qiao Ran's uncle anymore." Lei Yan rebuked coldly.
Although Lu Xiuze did not know who Lei Yan was, his words left him without a retort.