Clearly, facing Zhang Xianguang, who tormented them as children and then through his son as adults, and with whom they had a master-disciple relationship despite not being formally master and disciple, Wang Chaling had neither the courage nor the confidence to resist.
As he silently walked to the balcony to relieve his worries with a cigarette, just a few minutes later, the sound of a thousand horses galloping in the hallway made Wang Chaling's forehead throb.
"Dad, I'm going to play with Aunt He!"
Instantly, the house fell silent!
Wang Chaling finally exhaled the smoke rings he had been holding back.
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They jogged up several floors until they found the door of a room whose decoration style and overall design were similar to their own.
The fourth generation of the Wang family quickly stopped their hand from knocking, knowing very well that Uncle Yang, who lived here, had a particular fear of knocking, and thoughtfully picked up the hammer instead.
This method was taught to him by his Uncle Zhang Wei.
Sure enough, before the golden hammer could even hit the door, his figure appeared inside the room.
I saw Uncle Yang sitting in front of the TV, a large glass of cola next to him, a game controller in his hand, his face dark, staring at the death warning on the TV screen with a fierce look.
Meanwhile, Uncle Zhang Wei was slapping the table and laughing loudly, shouting that he had won again.
"Uncle Yang, Uncle Zhang, Aunt Wang, I took Wenwen out to play."
He ran up to Zhang Wei, grabbed two large bottles of cola and two bags of snacks, gave one to the slightly dazed Zhang Wenwen, and then opened the door with Zhang Wenwen and ran downstairs.
"Zhang Wei, what exactly was your mindset when you taught that kid to bang on the door? And the hammer he was using was the one I'm most comfortable using to crack walnuts!"
"Hey, Leg Bro, don't worry about the details. Look how clever this kid is! My Wenwen will definitely be fine following him from now on! Oh crap, where's my treasured Coke?"
"Get out of here with your eyes! This bottle is mine!"
"Brother Leg, please have mercy..."
"climb!"
The playful banter between the two boys brought a sense of relaxation and joy to Wang Shanshan's pretty face, which should have been expressionless and devoid of emotion, as she was studying a new recipe in the kitchen.
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