Tan Jing was speechless. She was stunned for a moment before she weakly retorted, "No, Tao Qi…. He ... He's a mature boy for his age and has been independent for a long time. There won't be a problem."
Tan Rou only smiled coldly. "Oh, really? Anyway, whether he likes me or not, I have to take care of him and ensure his safety. It's okay if he hates me. I can call him later, but I have to thank you for telling me about this."
The people around him nodded in agreement.
After listening to Tan Rou's words, they felt that Tan Jing's words were more ruthless. No matter how independent and precocious he was, her brother was only ten years old. It must be an excuse.
