Zhaodi struggled with his legs, and the distance quickly widened, "Uncle, you walk slower, I can't keep up."
Jiang Changhai, however, without turning his head, said, "Uncle has to rush to work, you walk slowly by yourself."
Jiang Mianmian lay on her dad's back and looked back, thinking Zhaodi wouldn't hold a grudge over such a trivial matter, right?
Zhaodi, watching the two quickly disappear from his sight, truly without any intention of waiting for him, stomped his foot in frustration, "Damn it!"
But there was nothing he could do; he could only continue to walk forward alone, and as a result, because he had misjudged the time, he was still late for school.
By the time he entered the classroom, the teacher had already been teaching for half a lesson.
Standing at the entrance of the classroom, listening to the teacher's lecture, Zhaodi bit his lip and called out, "Report!"
"Come in."
