Yun Jiao's face darkened as she heard this, and she stood up and walked out.
Before she got close, the old woman's eldest son raised his fist and charged at Yun Jiao, "You owe me my mother's life!"
Lin Shuo stepped in front of Yun Jiao, reached out, and grabbed the eldest's wrist, "Let's talk this over, no violence."
The eldest tried to pull his hand back, but he couldn't budge Lin Shuo's grip, as if it was an iron clamp.
He was furious, "You Renxin Hall are bullying people too much!"
Yun Jiao said calmly, "Don't rush, big brother, we haven't figured things out yet."
"Just because your mother is gone, doesn't mean it's Renxin Hall's fault."
"If it does turn out to be Renxin Hall's fault, rest assured, I won't shirk responsibility."
The younger brother tugged at his elder brother's sleeve, "Bro, don't be impulsive yet."
Then he whispered, "This guy is tough, even our family's three brothers tied together aren't his match."
