Yan Ze's expression was calm, but there was a complicated look in his eyes. Seeing his blood-related sister kneeling on the ground and kowtowing, an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.
What if no one was willing to kill their loved ones?
Unfortunately, he was destined to have a different standpoint from them since the previous generation. Even if they were biological siblings from the same father, he could not accept them without a trace of resentment.
If that was really the case, how would he face his mother and sister who died during childbirth?
However, he also understood that every grievance had a perpetrator, every debt had a perpetrator, and the child was innocent. How old were the siblings at that time? Yan Yuan hadn't even been born yet.
He was a simple person. If people didn't offend him, he wouldn't offend them. If anyone provoked him and hurt the people around him, he would definitely pay them back double.