Zhu's mother also hurried out of the bathroom, with toothpaste foam still around her mouth, clearly having been brushing her teeth. She saw the deformed door, and her face instantly changed color, "Didn't I tell you to leave? Why are you still kicking the door?"
Specks of toothpaste flew everywhere as she spoke.
"Is that you, madam?"
From the adjacent room came the voice of little Zhu.
"It's me." Sang Qian walked to the door, tried to turn the handle, but it wouldn't budge. She frowned and looked at little Zhu's parents, "Why have you locked little Zhu in the room?"
"She's my daughter; how I treat her is my business, what does it have to do with you?" Zhu Jianguo said with an unhappy face, and then pointed at the door, "This new security door cost me three thousand, you're paying for it."
Sang Qian glanced at the peeling door, not wanting to argue with Zhu Jianguo, "I can pay for the door, but you have to let little Zhu out first."
