"Correct the error immediately"?
Huangfu Jue's intention was clear—he wouldn't let it slide just like that.
Everyone present was no fool, and of course, they all understood what he meant.
Anna pursed her lips tightly, the smile at the corner of her mouth freezing on her face, her complexion already pale as paper.
Standing beneath the stage, Rod took a helpless breath, clenched his teeth, raised his hand to support himself on the stage, and struggled to climb up, walking briskly over to pull his son Jerry from behind his wife.
"Didn't you hear to apologize... come out!"
This time, the embarrassment was all because of his disappointing son; Rod's fury was self-evident.
"Don't, let me go... Mommy, save me..."
Just moments ago, the overbearing Jerry now resembled a frightened bird, shrieking and shrinking back behind his mother.
"Rod..."
Anna, who ultimately couldn't bear it, reached out in entreaty and grabbed her husband's arm, "Please!"