Xia Wan'an had just closed the door when she heard Han Jingnian's furious voice burst from the study, "Get out!"
Instantly, Xia Wan'an didn't even bother to change her shoes and rushed to the door of the study. As soon as she pushed the door open, she saw a globe from the desk flying toward Han Zhijin, who stood with his head hanging down amid the mess.
Xia Wan'an's reflex was to blurt out, "Don't!" But before the words could even reach her lips, the globe whizzed past Han Zhijin's ear and crashed into the wall behind him.
With a loud clang, the globe hit the ground and shattered.
Xia Wan'an covered her startled chest, let out a long sigh of relief, and then heard Han Zhijin's low and muffled voice, "Uncle, I'm sorry, I apologize on behalf of my mom, and I apologize to my aunt. If you're upset, just take it out on me. I promise not to complain. Will you forgive my mom, please? Uncle, I'm begging..."
