"What are you yelling at the child for!" Second Uncle Chen stood up and snapped at Second Aunt Chen, just listening to the child cry was enough to make one's heart ache.
Second Aunt Chen herself probably hadn't expected this outcome. She collapsed back onto the sofa, her eyes vacant, looking like a little kid who didn't know what to do with her hands and feet.
Tongtong's shrill crying echoed in the living room. Madam Lu had already been stunned when Second Aunt Chen threw the Barbie doll. Venting your temper on a child was the thing the Lu Family despised most. Kids don't have all the twists and turns adults have in their guts; if they don't understand, you teach them—what's the point of losing your temper. That's why, you see, Jun Ye is strict with children, very strict, but Jun Ye has never once snapped at Little Baozi; in this, even gentle Grandpa Yao can't compare.
If I'd known, I wouldn't have let Second Aunt Chen through the door. Madam Lu thought regretfully.
