"Don't think that by getting someone to play your parents, we'll believe you."
Xunxun wasn't upset at all, but very happy, "Of course, people who aren't successful usually wouldn't admit that others are better than them. My parents are so excellent, it's no wonder you don't believe it."
Damn.
Mou Wen blinked, wanting to ask her son who taught him to say that.
Why is he so eloquent now?
But she didn't say anything; sometimes it's best to let kids resolve their own issues. She casually reached out to Bo Zhi's hand to prompt him to let go.
Little Fatty's parents followed closely behind, with his dad looking tall and fierce.
Little Fatty didn't look like his dad but more like his mom, who was also a bit plump, with very fair skin, indicating a well-off family.
The couple hurried over, and Little Fatty's dad saw Mou Wen and Bo Zhi, hesitated, then glared at his son, "What were you told at home yesterday?"
