The tension in the room crackled like dry kindling, an electric anticipation hanging thick in the air. The grand room, adorned with an opulent chandelier, was now shrouded in an oppressive silence. It was a silence so profound that one could almost hear the soft hum of the vintage clock ticking in the corner, each second stretching longer than the last.
Han Xin's calm defiance echoed in the stillness as he uttered the word "no," a simple syllable that shattered the fragile veneer of family loyalty. Han Jing's heart raced, the pulse of his fury thrumming in his ears. His lips twitched, a slight tremor of rage rippling across his features, like a storm brewing on the horizon.
