Lin Xuansu burst out of the study crying, and when she saw him standing at the doorway, she didn't hesitate to slap his face, "It's all your fault!"
The slap was swift and resolute, even wrathful without any restraint.
Zhou Jingwei's face turned to the side from the impact, a striking red palm print on his cheek.
There were traces of blood at the corner of his mouth, but this was no longer of any concern to the Lin Xuansu of the moment.
The mother-son bond between them was doomed to not end well.
Zhou Bingquan followed out of the room, his gaze shifting uncertainly as he looked at the injury on Zhou Jingwei's face and said in a grave voice, "Your mother has been agitated, her mind is unstable, don't hold it against her."
At that time, Zhou Jingwei remained silent, not saying a word.
He just looked at Zhou Bingquan with an expression devoid of emotion, until the latter, frustrated and angry, hastened away.