“...”Shen Chuchen looked at her with a fake smile.
Duan Baoguo?
Such an ancient name made him think of a simple and honest boy carrying a ragged cloth bag and carrying a local product from the countryside.
Shen Chuchen’s eyelids twitched involuntarily. He felt that his blood pressure was about to rise.
“Dad?”
Seeing that he did not make a sound, ye sang’s blanket became tighter. She wrapped herself up like a silkworm and raised her head to look at him.
Shen Chuchen took a deep breath and raised his eyelids to look at ye sang for a few seconds. Finally, he cursed softly and said through gritted teeth, “Don’t go to school tomorrow.”
