Finally, utterly exhausted and gasping for breath, they collapsed into their seats, only to see Young Master Lu over there, completely unruffled, lazily playing with his phone, as they suddenly remembered:
The dad there isn't even worried!
They're here arguing for nothing!
As if winning the argument could really get Lu Li inside.
Song Qingwan: "..."
The old man: "..."
One of them is nearly eighty, the other almost fifty, and they're just here bickering in front of a 25-year-old and a 3-year-old.....
They've truly lost face for the elderly!
Their faces turned from green to pale.
In the end, it was the old man who coughed lightly, striving to maintain his authority and composure, and solemnly said in a deep voice:
"You brat, what do you think?"
When the old man asked this, the little loli over there was standing on the sofa, stomping her white, tender little foot, angrily asking her dad if he stole her Tangtang.
