"Exactly, that was a lot of rage. Did something happen?" Liang Doukou's third aunt asked.
"I'll go look…" Mother Liang also felt perplexed as she rushed toward the door, but before she had taken her second step, Liang Doukou's voice came again. "Didn't you say that all proper arrangements had been made? Why is it that the woman on the big screen wasn't that little slut but you instead? Zhou Jing, what the hell were you thinking?"
The line of people in the hallway halted their footsteps in unison as they gazed questioningly at the half-open door. Even Mother Liang, who wanted to move forward and close the door, remained rooted to the carpet, as though she were stupefied by her daughter's words.