This time, mother Wang wasn't just giving orders from upstairs. She quickly walked down.
"Little Zhao, what are you doing? You're the housekeeper of the first branch, but you can't even do such a small thing! Look at the bottom of the bed, it's all broken by you. This is the crib that the old lady has been looking forward to carrying her great-grandson for the past two years. If you want to order another one, you'll have to wait at least half a year!"
Mother Wang lowered her waist slightly and touched the lower side of the crib, feeling sorry for her.
He completely ignored uncle Zhao, whose hands had almost been pressed down by the crib ... Or even if he had escaped, he had almost been hit in the head by the lamp.
Mother Wang was still grumbling, but uncle Zhao didn't say a word.
Ruan Mengmeng could not stand it anymore.
Although uncle Zhao was younger than uncle Zhang and mother Wang, he was still a man in his forties or fifties.
