Liao Qian thought he had made himself perfectly clear.
He just clearly didn't understand how Liao Jia's mind worked.
"Whether to refuse isn't something you or she get to decide." The last trace of a smile vanished from Liao Jia's face, replaced by an overbearing forcefulness that brooked no resistance. "I'm merely informing you, not asking for your opinion. Your elder sister may be most comfortable with a cudgel. That's not a problem. But she must be able to choose a cudgel, rather than having only a cudgel to choose from."
Liao Qian thought this man was being unreasonable.
"Can't you understand plain speech?"
Liao Jia said, "You're the ones who can only listen to me."
Liao Qian was so furious he laughed. "And what gives you the right?"
What right did some so-called uncle, who was barely related to them, have to boss him and his sister around? Where had this man been when they'd nearly been treated like ingredients? He hadn't been there then, and he could stay away now. Liao Qian was wary of Liao Jia's status and didn't dare harbor Killing Intent, so he held back. He gave a cold snort and prepared to get away from the lunatic. But the moment he stepped forward with his left foot, a sword came to rest against his neck, its icy edge almost touching his skin.
Anger surged in Liao Qian's heart!
Liao Jia said, "Because you have no choice but to obey."
He showed Liao Qian through practical demonstration what it meant to make a choice!
"A choice is only a choice when there's room to choose. Without room, it's called compromise." Liao Jia ignored the other man's face, black as the bottom of a pot, and spoke with an amused lilt. "Repaying a debt of gratitude