Wen Zhan knew she was embarrassed, and had accidentally hit him, but when Aunt Zhou put it that way, he immediately played along, "As long as it makes her feel better, I don't mind being slapped a couple more times..." As he finished speaking, he looked at the woman with drooped eyes and askance, "Are you still angry? Would you like to hit this side too?"
He deliberately pushed his other cheek forward.
Mu Wanqing, seeing his infuriating demeanor, clenched her fist, truly wanting to oblige him.
But Aunt Zhou, holding her sister, quickly stepped forward, hastily trying to stop the fight, "Don't hit him anymore, let's talk things through nicely..."
Before she could finish her sentence, the sister in Aunt Zhou's arms saw her mother and immediately started calling out "muamua" while reaching out her little hands toward Mu Wanqing.
Aunt Zhou quickly said, "The sister must be hungry. Madam, you should feed her, and I will go prepare some complementary food."