Madam Zhou instructed the servants to queue up and asked her son, Zhang Ting, to wait in the carriage before she approached Ruo Zhou alone.
When Ruo Zhou saw someone approaching, he glanced subconsciously, then his expression turned indifferent as he looked away.
Madam Zhou was infuriated by his complete disregard, "What kind of attitude is this, not even greeting your own mother?"
Ruo Zhou's lips curled up with irony as he thought, Mother? Does he even have one?
Ruo Zhou remained silent, but his expression of scorn truly enraged Madam Zhou!
Madam Zhou slapped him, and a sharp "smack" rang out distinctly!
Ruo Zhou was caught off guard by the slap and stood there stunned!
He had never known a mother since he was young, and his father had gone mad; but at home, his grandmother had cherished him, and his uncle and aunt had treated him as their own son. His siblings had never had anything he lacked; in fact, because he was older, he received even more.
