Zhan Youyou couldn't listen to Zhan Qing's words. When she saw Mr. Qi about to leave, she hurriedly caught up with him in big strides.
"Grandpa, I don't want to go home, Grandpa..."
Mr. Qi stopped and frowned, not speaking immediately.
Zhan Youyou wanted to say something more, but Zhan Qing came over and grabbed her hand to take her away, "Don't make a fool of yourself here, come home with me."
Zhan Youyou forcefully shook her hand, and somehow, she slapped the child in Zhan Qing's arms in the face.
The child was startled at first, then burst into loud cries, as if he had suffered a great grievance.
Zhan Qing looked at the child in his arms, his face dark, "Zhan Youyou, I'll give you one more chance: come with me or stay here? Think carefully, if you don't come home with me today, you can forget about ever returning to the Zhan Family."
