Ou Mucen was sitting there reading the newspaper. Hearing this, he finally looked up: "Why are you in a hurry? What's the harm in waiting a little longer?"
Ye Ning was full of displeasure: "It'll be a big deal! Ou Mucen, I have a job too. Today, it was supposed to be your turn, but you hurriedly called me over. I picked up the child, brought him back for dinner, and you just got back now. I've already been delayed for a long time."
"..."
Alright!
After giving her a bit of face, she started making a big fuss.
The man who heard all this finally showed a gloomy face: "So, in your heart, the child isn't as important as your work?"
"I—"
"If you think picking up the child delays you, then you can leave now, and you don't need to come anymore. I, Ou Mucen, can still teach and take care of my son."
After saying that, he went back to reading his newspaper, without even looking at her.
