"Smack!"
The sound was loud and clear.
This slap was swift and powerful.
Mrs. Wang's face was turned aside, quickly reddening with a clear handprint appearing.
"You—"
She stepped back a few steps, her eyes showing confusion and shock, which ultimately turned into anger.
"Is this what happens, that as soon as you come home, you hit me?"
"And you, foolish woman, have the nerve to question me?"
Hu Dalang was utterly shocked: "Dad."
"Get inside!"
Hu Dalang gritted his teeth, but upon hearing the sound of a child crying, he became anxious and ran toward the source of the sound in large strides.
Seeing this, Mrs. Wang suddenly panicked and pulled on the hem of Hu Dalang's clothes.
"Dalang."
The commotion outside was not unheard by Mrs. Xiao inside the house.
She only wished the slap had been harder!
Mrs. Xiao hated Mrs. Wang to the core.
She glanced at the infant girl next to her.
Crying, crying, always crying.
Initially, Mrs. Xiao cherished this child immensely.
