After Xin Yue left the kitchen, the atmosphere grew even more tense. Lei Junshan, feeling an overwhelming mix of emotions—frustration, guilt, and confusion—needed an outlet. Without a word, he walked over to the kitchen counter, grabbed a knife, and began working on the vegetables that had been left out. The rhythmic sound of chopping filled the room, a harsh contrast to the silence that had fallen between him and his brothers.
Lei Juncheng watched Lei Junshan and asked, "First brother, what are you doing?"
Lei Junshan's hand stilled for a moment, his grip tightening around the knife. His frustration boiled over, and he responded in a low, tense voice, "Don't start again, Lei Juncheng. I've already made my decision."
Lei Juncheng shook his head, a deep sigh escaping his lips. "I'm not trying to start anything, first brother. But I've got to say, I'm really disappointed."
