Mrs. Lin said, "I think you can try. Maybe she'll forgive you."
"Alright, I'll handle it myself. Stop telling me how to deal with it!" Lin Tianyou lost his patience, and left his home.
"You…" Mrs. Lin was displeased, but Lin Tianyou was already gone.
Mrs. Lin thought for a while, then called Zhao Xiaoxuan, but Zhao Xiaoxuan's phone was turned off, so she called Mrs. Zhao.
Although Mrs. Zhao listened to Zhao Xiaoxuan and didn't contact Lin Tianyou or his mother, she wouldn't refuse to answer Mrs. Lin's call, because she wanted to seize this chance to vent her anger.
"Oh, Mrs. Lin, may I help?" Mrs. Zhao said in a sarcastic tone.
Mrs. Lin, of course, understood that Mrs. Zhao was mad at Lin Tianyou, and it was Lin Tianyou's fault after all. "Well, Mrs. Zhao, I'm so sorry for what has happened to Xiaoxuan, but Tianyou is very regretful now. He doesn't know how to face Xiaoxuan, so I called Xiaoxuan on his behalf, but Xiaoxuan's phone is turned off."
