Jian Yiheng glared at Wei Qirui with cold eyes. However, he knew that what he said was true.
He could beat Wei Qirui up until he couldn't open his mouth to speak anymore. However, he could not take back the words that had already been spoken.
Jian Yiheng: "I'm not beating you up to seal your mouth. I'm beating you up because the words that you just said insulted my family."
"Don't hit him anymore," Jian Yiling called out to Jian Yiheng. "It's not worth it."
Jian Yiling did not want Jian Yiheng to carry the crime of intentionally injuring Wei Qirui.
Jian Yiheng lowered his head to look at his sister. Jian Yiling's hand was currently holding him back.
His sister's delicate and fair hands formed a stark contrast against his wheat-colored skin.
Jian Yiheng listened to his sister. He did not make another move against Wei Qirui.
