Mo Ang also felt... if he stayed any longer, his Little Ningning would certainly be riddled with problems, so he immediately stood up. "It's time for the child to go to school. If we keep dawdling, we'll definitely lose the competition!"
Yu Ziqian looked at the time and got anxious too. "Can you drive faster?"
"No problem, I definitely won't let you down." Mo Ang threw the child a cheerful look.
Yu Ziqian grabbed his backpack and rushed out, shouting to his grandparents as he went. "Grandpa, Grandma, I'm going to school!"
"..." Wen Rufeng didn't give her grandson any response, nor did he need to give her any response.
...
An Ning sat in Mo Ang's car, still feeling quite guilty, and said to her son, "Sorry, I misspoke earlier!"
Yu Ziqian glanced at his mom, not blaming her much, just saying lightly, "That's your most sincere thought, so there's no need to apologize."
"Cough, cough..." An Ning coughed hard, this little brat, does he have to speak so harshly!
