"I think your prohibition against me is unreasonable, so I don't follow it,"
He felt as if a bucket of lukewarm water had been poured over his head when the other's words hit him, leaving him dumbfounded.
Yao Zibao stood up, his voice now firm, put on his glasses, and lightly brushed away the hand pointing at his face: "Don't forget, the conflicts between the Lu Family and them don't mean that our Yao Family has to harbor the same hostility towards them. We in the Yao Family won't support something that's unreasonable."
"How is what I said unreasonable!" A hand clapped onto his shoulder as the still youthful and indignant face protested, "You're my brother, aren't you? If you're my brother, you should support me unconditionally!"
"So I should support you unconditionally even when you're wrong? Dare you say that to our parents," Yao Zibao countered sharply.
