When Zhan Moxiao received Ou Lan's call, he had just arrived at the kindergarten gate, and Zhan Lingtao hadn't even gotten out of the car yet.
Ou Lan's angry voice was transmitted clearly and unmistakably into Zhan Lingtao's ears via the hands-free device.
The boy's eyes widened in an instant—Ou Xiaolan was furious, Dad had screwed up!
Zhan Moxiao was prepared for this and immediately put on a smile, and even though his little wife couldn't see him, he still smiled in the most ingratiating and sincere manner, "Wife, don't be angry, okay? I'll explain everything slowly when I get home."
"No need for your damn explanations!" The little wife cursed rudely, splattering Master Xiao with imaginary spit through the screen, "Zhan Moxiao, I'm telling you, I am very angry, and the consequences are going to be severe. I'm going to settle the score with you tonight when you get back home!"
As soon as her words finished, the call was disconnected.
