The night was as cold as water. The ancestral hall was ventilated on all sides, but it could not keep out the cold. Xie Jinhe was kneeling on a bunk bed, his lips pale and face pale from the cold.
There was no dinner to eat, and he was hungry and cold. Xie Zhongyun knew that Xie Jinhe was a stubborn person, so he didn't even send anyone to watch over him. He just knelt straight and was too lazy to steal.
Xie Jinqin came over to check twice. The second time, he directly pulled Xie Jinhe up and asked him to go back. Xie Jinhe knelt back down without saying a word.
"Since it's just a misunderstanding, it can be resolved with a few explanations. Why bother arguing with Dad? Even if you kneel for a year, Dad won't look at you with any respect." Xie Jinqin said helplessly.
The wind was too strong, and the candlelight in the ancestral hall flickered, making people feel dizzy between the light and dark.
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