When the older ladies saw that Mo Beihan was so angry that he had even struck a woman, they gathered round to calm him down. So they saw Zhang Xiaohui's subconscious movement when she leaned against the wall, and their expressions changed. They exchanged glances. Everyone knew.
Zhang Xiaohui recovered her balance and hurriedly glanced at her stomach in alarm. Her hand was shielding it. It took her a while to recover her wits, but her first response was anger.
"Mo Beihan, have you gone crazy? How can you hit a woman? What kind of man are you?"
Mo Beihan's lips twitched. "I'm sorry. To me, you are just a middle-aged lady. Your words were so infuriating that I thought it would be alright to teach you a lesson."
Zhang Xiaohui: "…"
Everyone: "…"
They had not thought so at first, but when Mo Beihan said that, they felt that he made some sense?
"Hehe…"
Some of them burst out laughing.