Qin Juan saw Mrs. Zhang hitting Ningning, her eyes almost bursting with rage, trying to break free from Zhang Wenbin, but he was holding her tightly.
"Zhang Wenbin, Ningning is your daughter, she is so young and your mother let her cook and burned her hands, didn't you see? Now she is hitting the child, do you even deserve to be a father?"
With a "slap," Zhang Wenbin slapped Qin Juan across the face.
"I don't need you to tell me whether I deserve to be a father or not. It's because you are such a disappointing mother that Ningning has to cook at such a young age. In the end, it's all because you are incompetent."
Qin Juan, covering her face, saw both Old Master Zhang and Mrs. Zhang come into the room, looking on as if it were a spectacle. The oppression she had endured for years finally erupted.
