"I've already told them. They promised that they won't post something like that next time." Song Jingwan forced a smile and shook Zhou Manli's arm. "I'll be fine after a while!"
"Alright, you should go back to your room and lie down for a while. Seriously, these people!" Zhou Manli cursed while patting Song Jingwan's head and telling her to get some rest.
"Yes, yes." Song Jingwan nodded and leaned over to kiss Zhou Manli. "Mom, Happy New Year!"
Zhou Manli beamed. "Happy New Year. I wish our Wanwan will become more and more beautiful!"
"Then I'll go upstairs first!"
Song Jingwan had just gone upstairs when the sound of a car engine came from outside the back door.
Zhou Manli's face instantly drooped. She pulled up her shawl and sat down on the sofa.
Song Wenchuan massaged between his brows. He had just entered the house with a pale face when a sharp and ear-piercing voice pierced his head so hard that it felt like it was about to explode.
