"Behave yourself later, or I'll give you another beating!" Wang Lan's tone grew progressively stern as she spoke.
Ning Ji felt a deep sorrow in his heart.
He couldn't help but think of the past.
When Ning Zhuo, as a child, played so much that he forgot to eat and came back late, only leftovers remained on the table.
"Who told you to come back so late? Hehe, you're in trouble now." Ning Ji, full and satisfied, jeered from his seat.
Ning Zhuo stuck out his tongue, sat down, and was about to pick up his chopsticks to get some food.
Smack.
Wang Lan struck with her chopsticks, knocking Ning Zhuo's chopsticks to the ground.
"No manners!" Wang Lan's expression was icy. "There's dirt under your nails. Have you forgotten the rules I taught you? Go wash your hands!"
"Yes." Ning Zhuo's face was pale as he quickly nodded, left his stool, and ran out to wash his hands, holding his reddened hand.
Due to this delay, the dinner bell rang.
