Wu Xiaotong planted her feet, her eyes blazing as she yelled, "What the hell do you want?" Her yell must have pierced the walls, because a moment later a child’s wail erupted from inside the room. A moment later, another angry roar followed from within. "What the hell are you doing? Can't I get a moment's peace?" Then, Deng Jiazhe’s figure filled the frame. A grim smile touched my lips. *He was he