After seeing the flashy headline, An Lan remained silent for a long time before gritting her teeth and saying, "Which media outlet's reporter is so good at coming up with titles like this?"
Huo Zhanting chuckled softly from the other end of the phone.
His voice, deep like a bass resonating in An Lan's ears.
An Lan couldn't help but grind her teeth. "You're still laughing! Look at the mess you've become because of this streetwear drama. If this keeps up, people will start saying Wangzi isn't even your kid!"
"As long as we know the truth, that's enough. Lanlan, I trust you. And once we've explained things clearly, this issue will be resolved naturally. We're upright, so we have nothing to fear. Be good, I'll be home soon. Leave the rest to me." Huo Zhanting said soothingly in a gentle tone.
An Lan took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the anger boiling inside her.
