The man angrily slammed the door, leaving only the woman at the entrance, continuously knocking.
"Xuwen, you child, why don't you ever listen!"
Hearing the woman's various accusations from outside, saying he was not as good as his brother, not obedient.
Guo Xuwen angrily gritted his teeth, sat down at the computer desk, put on his headphones, and turned the music volume to the maximum, not wanting to hear her voice at all.
He didn't know how long it had been, nor whether his mother had left.
Guo Xuwen, sitting in the room, perhaps due to his frustration, felt increasingly hot.
It was already scorching summer weather, and he didn't know if the air conditioner was broken, but there wasn't a hint of coolness at all.
The room felt like a sauna.
On the computer, in the live broadcast room, Jiangli had already finished the stream.
