However, Wang Zhi was still unhappy and rushed forward a few steps toward the child. Zhao Yu subconsciously reached out to grab Wang Zhi's clothes, but the latter broke free.

The king rushed forward a few steps, grabbed the child's clothes, slapped him, and then cursed angrily: "Little bastard, what have you done just now?"

The child was so scared that his face turned pale and he was trembling and dared not speak.

"Please forgive him...Manager Wang, my son is still young. If he offended you, please...ah."

The woman didn't know what was going on, so she hurriedly stepped forward and begged for mercy, but saw Wang Zhi waved his hand and hit the wooden bowl in the woman's hand.

Immediately, the wooden bowl was knocked over, and the hot rice porridge in the bowl suddenly fell on the woman's face, including the baby on her chest, and the face was also splashed.

"Wow" the baby on the woman's chest was immediately scalded and cried.

Looking at the woman's face and the porridge on her chest, looking at her sitting on the ground, holding Wang Zhi's legs and crying, and looking at the porridge all over the floor, Zhao Yu suddenly felt a stream of magma in his heart, rushing straight to his forehead.

He picked up a bowl of porridge from the low table expressionlessly, walked forward quickly, and shouted, "Wang Zhi."

“Hmm?”

Wang Zhi subconsciously turned his head.

The next moment, the wooden bowl in Zhao Yu's hand, along with the still hot porridge in the bowl, firmly pressed on Wang Zhi's face.
Chapter completed!