The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Mrs. Chen was kneeling there, wanting to speak, but she felt as if her throat was blocked by something; she couldn't say a word.
She was too ashamed to speak those words, too ashamed to utter even a single word.
Zhen Wenqian stood to the side, his face pale, head lowered, not making a sound.
"Oh, so no one speaks, and you want me to guess, do you?" Old Master Zhen's voice was as cold as ice.
Zhen Wenting felt a chill on the back of her neck. She looked at Mrs. Chen kneeling there and then at Zhen Wenqian, who was standing like a wooden chicken, and immediately felt an inrush of anger.
She lifted her foot and kicked forcefully at the back of Zhen Wenqian's knee. He was unprepared and stumbled forward, falling to his knees.
Zhen Wenting snorted, "Mother is kneeling because of you, and Brother can just stand there indifferent!"
