"Little Zhuo, how could you do this? How could you let down Ning Ji, let us down, and let down the family branches that support you?"
Ning Ze wept and tried every means, pulling out various titles to pressure Ning Zhuo into changing his mind and taking back his initial decision.
Ning Xiangguo and others also looked toward Ning Zhuo, casting probing glances.
Ning Yong started to speak but was stopped by Ning Chen, who was sitting beside him, holding down his arm.
Ning Zhuo sighed deeply, "Uncle, please, take a seat."
"I can't sit down! Little Zhuo, give me a straight answer, right now!" Ning Ze was very agitated.
Ning Zhuo then stopped looking at him, surveyed the room with a solemn expression and a steady tone, "I am of course accountable to you all, to the branches of the Ning Family."
"My cousin has died, and I am deeply saddened. I believe, in this world, other than his parents, no one else wants to punish the murderer more than I do."
