"Stop spouting those strange and bizarre ramblings; it was clearly you who said you'd buy me a hot dog sausage and let me destroy your National Day homework..."
"Just tell me, did I handle it or not?"
Ansheng, full of joy, strode away from the scene where a mother was thrashing her rebellious child, leaving only a faint sound behind.
Ansheng had looked through the practice book, the school's book, not a strange tutoring class one.
Master Fuli handled things smoothly, satisfying the child's whimsical wishes without angering the parents, and the school's teachers enjoyed correcting homework.
Master Fuli praised his own cleverness.
"Master Fuli, what are you watching?" Tang Lian had driven up to the park entrance at some point and glanced at the scene across the street where a mom was scolding her child, and the child was in tears, somewhat puzzled as he looked at Master Fuli.
How could Master Fuli, such a seasoned fox, be interested in these trivial matters?
