Tang Wanzhuang, who was known for her calm and graceful demeanor, was probably experiencing her first bout of rage in her entire life. Zhao Changhe watched helplessly as she grabbed Dragon Bird from beside the bed and stormed out the door toward Tang Buqi. She kicked him sending him tumbling, then used Dragon Bird like the door panel it was and delivered a resounding smack to Tang Buqi’s ass. “He tells you not to knock, he tells you to call him uncle, and you listen?! Who told you that this guy is your uncle?!”2

Tang Buqi screamed: “I was wrong, I was wrong! I understand! Aunt, you care about face! He isn’t my uncle, he isn’t my uncle!.”0

Tang Wanzhuang was furious, “Who told you that it’s because I care about face?”0

“Ah, I was wrong, you don’t care about face...”3

Smack! Smack! Smack!0

Amid Tang Buqi’s cries of agony, Zhao Changhe finally closed his mouth, which had been gaping for what seemed like ages.0

What a genius. If you don’t get beaten, who will?0

Hm? Why does it feel as if this aunt has been bullying this nephew since he was a child? She’s so skilled at it...0

He wanted to intervene but did not know how to. In the end, he could only say, “Stop hitting him. You aren’t...0