Mr. Hang coughed out a thick phlegm, finally feeling a bit better, took a deep breath and weakly waved his hand, "Third stays, the rest can leave."
In the blink of an eye, only Mr. Hang, Old Mrs. Hang, and Hang Yanzhao remained in the hall.
"Dad..." Hang Yanzhao shrank his body, smiling ingratiatingly, "What do you think we should do next to minimize the losses?"
"A kind mother often spoils the child!" Mr. Hang sighed deeply and looked at Old Mrs. Hang, "If it weren't for you, he wouldn't have become this useless."
Old Mrs. Hang nodded repeatedly, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault, I used to stop you from disciplining him, that was indeed my mistake.
But Zhaozhao has always been in poor health since he was little, as his mother, it's natural for me to favor him a bit. Now, this matter, it's not entirely Zhaozhao's fault.
