Zhuang Wenhui couldn't believe An Hao actually slammed the door in her face, making her instantly furious!
He raised his hand and banged on the door forcefully, shouting loudly, "Open the door for me! Is this how you treat your elders? No manners!"
When Zhuang Wenhui first arrived, Zhang Yun had already heard the commotion outside.
She didn't want to deal with Zhuang Wenhui, so she kept her head down, telling stories to the children.
However, when she heard the crisp sound of a slap, she put down the book and ran outside.
As she reached the doorway, she saw An Hao slamming the door shut.
She was covering her face with one hand, and the area around her eyes was a bit red.
"Let me see!" Zhang Yun said, glaring at her.
"Mom, it's fine." An Hao shook his head. "You should go back inside, the soup is still simmering on the stove! Help me keep an eye on the heat!"
