Seeing his son's actions, perhaps out of professional habit, Mr. Yao pulled down his son's little finger to check closely if there were any worms in his son's stomach.
The study was quiet, no sound of a child crying, nor Mr. Yao's roar could be heard. Mrs. Yao and Mr. Yao, standing at the doorway, exchanged glances.
"Forget it. If Ziye weren't foolish, how could he bear to hit the child? Think about it, if he hit the child, he'd have to treat the child's injuries himself, wouldn't that be redundant?" Mr. Yao said.
Mrs. Yao thought her husband had a point, turned around, and went into the kitchen to help her daughter-in-law with the cooking.
The Yao family calmed down, and everything returned to being orderly.
As the dishes were being prepared and set on the table, there was still no sign of the bickering father and son coming out. This made everyone a bit worried and anxious. Mr. Yao found the key to the study, turned it in the lock, and gently opened the door.
