Although he hasn't heard of Newton's Third Law, Wang Haoran was 100% sure that whatever Newton's Third Law was, it didn't mean this.
"If you want to hit me, just say so, no need to bring up Newton's Third Law."
Seeing the mocking look in his son's eyes, Tang Jinglan gripped the wooden stick in her hand even tighter.
"Son, you're right, your mother here does want to hit you."
"Be good, a good child is one disciplined by the stick."
"Mom, the elders say, a gentleman uses words, not fists. Just drop the stick."
"Hehe, your mom here isn't a gentleman; she's just a little lady," said Tang Jinglan in a faint tone.
On the other side, Mo Jingchun watched as the two disappeared from the surveillance footage, feeling a bit disappointed.
Why not fight outside? Mo Jingchun still wanted to see how this guy would react.
"Zero, shut down the computer."
As soon as he said that, the computer monitor screen dimmed.
Before long, the cooling fan of the computer host also stopped spinning.
