Hu Ping had not left the Workers' Theater long with her son when the little boy threw a completely uncharacteristic tantrum and refused to walk. After dealing with so many chaotic things today, she had very little patience left to begin with.
Seeing her son being so disobedient, her temper flared right up.
Yet today, for reasons unknown, the child—who usually knew better than to make a fuss the moment she got angry—did not bother trying to read her mood at all.
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