Shen Family.
At this moment, Ding Lan was staring coldly at Song Di, her gaze as cold as could be, almost enough to freeze a person solid.
Song Di felt a pang of dread in his heart, sensing trouble. Looking at Ding Lan, he was still kneeling on the ground, holding his phone in his hand, looking very embarrassed, he opened his mouth dejectedly, "Lanlan..."
Ding Lan looked at him kneeling on the ground, his appearance was both ludicrous and infuriating.
Staring coldly at Song Di, he actually told Song's mom, this was simply courting death, she hadn't given her permission, yet he went ahead and said it.
Damn it.
"Lanlan." Song Di couldn't help but call out quietly again as Ding Lan remained silent, "Don't just stay silent, say something."
"Continue kneeling." Ding Lan glanced around, but didn't find a washboard. She looked around Weilan's bedroom, and on the desk there was a toy, presumably Zhizhi's; on it, a bumpy board.
